After enjoying a proper dinner, Leon finished the last sip of his peach juice. Leaning contentedly against the bar counter, he quietly watched Emily tidying up.
Emily soon beca aware of his gaze. At first, she didn’t think much of it, but as his eyes lingered, her movents grew more and more stiff.
Eventually, unable to bear his stare, Emily set down the plate in her hands, glared at him in shy irritation, and asked, “Why do you keep staring at ?”
“My stomach’s full, my material needs have been t, so shouldn’t my spiritual needs follow?” Leon didn’t seem at all concerned and teased her with a grin. “You’re not going to kick
out just for that, are you?”
Emily was at a loss for words. She simply turned her head away in frustration, refusing to et his eyes as if to protest in silence.
But the next mont, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Leon stand up. It looked like he was about to leave the saloon.
This surprised her. She asked without thinking, “You’re leaving already?”
“Yeah. Goodbye, Emily. Oh, and tell Gus I said his fish rolls were delicious.” Leon gave a small nod, waved, and left the Starfruit Saloon in his usual casual manner.
Emily watched his retreating figure until he completely disappeared from sight. Only then did she co back to her senses. She glanced at the door, then at the yellow daffodil stuck in the wine bottle, and muttered under her breath while biting her lip, “What a strange guy.”
…
Instead of heading straight back to the farm, Leon strolled leisurely through Pelican Town. There was nothing pressing to do at the farm anyway, so wandering around was both a way to walk off dinner and to familiarize himself with the town—helpful for avoiding getting lost later.
A short walk downhill from the Starfruit Saloon brought him to a small garden. Spring had only just begun, yet so flowers were already in bloom.
An elderly lady in a red sweater was there, carefully watering the flowers. From her ticulous care, Leon could tell she truly loved these plants.
“Good afternoon, ma’am.” With nothing better to do, Leon decided to strike up a conversation. “Your flowers are in great shape. You must be an excellent gardener.”
“Haha, what a sweet-talking young man. I only water them, really. It’s Stardew Valley’s climate and environnt that let them grow so well. Here, every plant gets the most comfortable growing conditions.” The old lady smiled, her eyes narrowing pleasantly as she turned to look at Leon.
“I haven’t seen you before. Are you visiting Stardew Valley?”
“No, I’m the new owner of the farm just outside Pelican Town. My na’s Leon,” he introduced himself.
“The farm’s new owner, eh? I think I heard Lewis ntion you. So the previous owner was your grandfather?” She studied Leon closely. “You two look alike.”
“You knew my grandfather?” Leon asked curiously.
“Of course. I was already living in Pelican Town when he first arrived. I still rember his booming voice when he ca. I can’t believe how much ti has passed.” She looked a little wistful and a little lonely as she spoke.
“Child, if you ever run into trouble, co find . I live in that big house in town. You can call
Evelyn—or just Grandma if you like. Your grandfather and I were the best of friends.” Evelyn’s voice was warm and welcoming.
“I’m glad to see that old man’s farm up and running again.”
“Alright, Grandma.” Leon didn’t feel shy about the address, but he hesitated over whether to ask her the question that had been nagging at him.
In the end, he decided not to.
Evelyn bead at being called “Grandma.” She bent down and rummaged under a flowerpot, pulling out a small packet of seeds. “Here’s a welco gift. These will grow into beautiful flowers. I know a farm usually focuses on crops, but flowers are just as important. If you’re planning to stay in Stardew Valley for the long haul, I hope these will be useful to you.”
“Oh, tulip seeds.” With the help of the system, Leon identified the flower at once. “Why tulip seeds, Grandma?”
“My dear, you recognized them right away? That’s impressive. Seems the old fellow made the right choice in leaving the farm to you.” Evelyn was genuinely surprised he could identify unlabeled flower seeds.
Smiling, she explained, “Tulips are very popular here in Pelican Town, especially among young won. Giving a freshly blood tulip to a girl can be the first step toward a wonderful relationship. So now do you understand why I want you to plant them?”
Leon certainly understood—this was matchmaking advice, plain and simple. Were all elders this fond of ddling in the love lives of their juniors? He could only nod helplessly. “I get it. But for now, I’m not looking for a partner. The farm’s only just starting up.”
Evelyn blinked in surprise, watching him for a long mont before sighing. “That’s exactly what your grandfather said back then. But take it from soone who’s been there—work and love don’t have to clash. The right person is like a flower in full bloom. If you don’t pick it when it’s at its best, you might look back one day and find it’s already withered.”
Her voice grew a little tired. “I’m feeling a bit worn out, child. I’ll head ho for now. You’re welco to visit
anyti—I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of. I hope your days on the farm are happy ones.”
Leon watched Evelyn leave, turning over her words in his mind. The question he’d been wondering about now had its answer.
It seed he’d rembered correctly—at the start of the ga, in the scene where the grandfather leaves the player a letter, there had been a photo of a girl on the fireplace mantle. That girl was none other than this kind, white-haired old lady. From what she’d said and what he knew of her family, it was clear the two of them hadn’t ended up together.
That explained the aning behind her words. Leon’s expression turned a little odd. It looked like his grandfather had his fair share of stories in Stardew Valley.
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