Juvia followed Ur down the dirt path. Living in the country might not be so bad; it would be no worse than working at a dead end job. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and, "we're here," Ur called her attention. Juvia's jaw dropped this place was a dump! This couldn't be the same cozy farm Juvia had spent her summers at as a kid.

No one had lived here since her grandfather passed, but no one had bothered to maintain the place. Granted it was a fairly large plot of land that no one used, of course, it was going to become overgrown. But the house looked rough, to say the least. Cracks climbed up wood like vines. The roof was missing shingles here and there; it was definitely a fixer-upper.

Ur must have noticed Juvia's reaction because she clapped a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "it's going to take some work but I think you can do it," then she continued with a wicked grin, "and if you ever need any work just come to me."

"You never miss an opportunity to drum up business, do you?" An old man approached them, the Mayor, with a grin on his face.

"It's not like the house doesn't need work," Ur replied with a sly grin. Then, she turned to Juvia, "although most of the repairs can wait until after you have the farm up and running, so I wouldn't worry too much about them for the time being."

"What kind of repairs are needed?" What kind of mess had Juvia gotten herself into?

Ur waved Juvia off, "Like I said, there's not much to worry about, all things considered, the place is structurally sound. The foundations still good. Although, the plumbing and electricity could use an update they work just fine. The most immediate concern is the roof; it's falling apart. If you don't get that looked at there could be leaks, which means water damage," she grimaced at that last part.

"Now, now, there's no need to overwhelm Juvia she just arrived," the Mayor cut in.

Ur laughed, "Of course, I'm sure you tired especially with the bus breaking down. I can give you some estimates later."

"You're going to spend this whole time promoting your business, aren't you?" He sighed disgruntled, but there was a small twinkle in his eye; whether it was fondness or amusement Juvia could not tell.

"Well, it's not every day I gain a potential customer within walking distance of my house," she joked.

"Anyway," Juvia broke into the conversation, this could go all day, "I really am tired, so if you could excuse me..."

"Of course! It was so nice to meet you," Ur shook her hand, "I'm sure I'll see you around later, until then, bye!" Ur waved over her shoulder as she walked away.

"Bye," Juvia waved weakly in the direction of Ur's retreating figure.

"Have you come up with a name yet?" The Mayor questioned from Juvia's side.

"A name?"

"All great farms have names," the Mayor continued, "that and we need a name for the town directory."

"Oh, ok, I need some time to think of it."

"Of course, sleep on it, take all the time you need. If you need anything my door is always open." The Mayor left down the path.

A name? Maybe coming up with a name for this farm could encourage her. This farm still felt like her Grandfather's. Giving this farm a name could make it feel like her own.