Phoebe held back a laugh, "why would I want to have you work for me? You're much too annoying!" She snickered, lowering her bow the slightest bit. "I guess, since my family needs that pile of hay your laying on to feed the animals, and I don't want to have to clean up any unnecessary messes... I'll let you go."
She turned to leave but stopped. "Actually, I do need help with something." She smiled innocently and pointed to the pig stalls. "My mom wants me to clean that, but I'd much rather not smell like pig dung for the rest of the day, would you mind?"
Phoebe shrugged, "if you don't want to, I can always shoot you instead."