The man had been a busy bee, trying to get his house finished, beautiful looking and well put together so that he could feel good about his residence. He'd always did have a thing about having a nice place to live in since he had been living inside of these human structures (fixed up by his parents, sometimes his older half-siblings that knew what to do when it came to these things.) and he had always been the one who had to make sure that it was clean in the house, make sure things were out of the way, and put away if misplaced. He would have been like this by himself when he lived in Los Angeles for the amount of time that he did. He'd had a nice house there, very big and pretty. Why he'd even leave that behind was a mystery to him. Well, not not really... He left not only to find his father but to also put more of a distance between himself and his mother and half siblings on his mother's side. They all held the same trait, being a complete asshole to Mars for no other reason than the fact that he was different from them.

Mars had been 'sleeping' when his father had come by, dropped a note at the bastard's door and then left. The steel eyed man had noticed the scent, but it was just the fact that Mars, the son of the Rurik Russo man had not been present, instead, it was Bartholomew, who took the name of their mother, this being Cubbins. Bartholomew was the part of Mars that held spite over the fact that he had been left with the mother to be tortured like he was. Mars did not blame the other man, and ultimately accepted him as father. Bartholomew was awake, heard the knock and everything, but simply just stared out of the upstairs window where his room was. He waited for the man to leave before he'd continue doing whatever he had been doing (I believe it was along the lines of him reading a book on how to grow wheat like his mother had done in California) and he had eventually grew tired, bored and restless. He got up from his chair, sunglasses hugging his face as he closed his book and he had made his way down stairs. He'd walk over to the door and then grab the note from between the door and the floor. Bartholomew did not care what the note said, and therefore, he didn't even read it. He put it on the old broken piano that Mars had been working on fixing up and trusted that Mars would find it later.

Bartholomew had then gone out, pencil and paper carried along with him as he left the house. He's grab Vox and mount the steed and leave the proximity of the house to go look for a good plot of land for him to perhaps start making a field for wheat. Within a few minutes of riding through Lunenberg, he had made it out to a few plots of vacant land. He looked around and took an estimate of how large he was to be planting in, and how much work it would take to clear the land. He was lucky to have a horse, like the book said, but he didn't have this "horse-hoe" that the humans spoke about in the book that he had been reading. It did have a diagram, but again, Bartholomew and Mars were no construction men. They could do simple things like repair a stair or so, not necessarily building things from drawings, though he could make things from drawings if it consisted of him sewing some piece of fabric to another. He was beast at doing that. He needed to figure out how to make this damn hoe....