"The what?" Jim looks over toward the house and swallows thickly. God the place looks like a wreck. Just like he remembers it. "Sure, you're welcome to do whatever you'd like. I'm sure Rosa would weep in joy to see someone taking care of the place other than her." It's not that Jim doesn't care, but..yeah. Work, baggage. Lots of things.

"The neighbors are good people/ Family friends from a long time ago. I used to go horseback riding all the time when I was younger."