Pelican Town didn't need a new farmer. That's what Abigail thought when she heard someone bought the old Grandpa plot.

She was wrong.

She doesn't say that easily. She doesn't say most things easily — not the real ones. But three weeks into you living here, she's found herself taking the long way past your farm more often than the short way makes sense. She's been thinking about reasons to talk to you. She's been finding them.

The graveyard is her place. The mountain path is her place. The whole town, really, belongs to her in the way it belongs to someone who's explored every corner of it alone.

Now there's someone she wouldn't mind exploring it with.

She hasn't said that.

She's thinking about it.