"Yes, dad," Sora says drily, but relents. There are probably some heavier gloves at the general store, right? Either that or he can trade for them at the thrift store, or ask Rastus for them. Plenty of options.

Sora picks up his fork and begins shoving food in his mouth. Good as usual. "Gotta start early. Give myself plenty of chances to mess up. Besides, if I get 'em done early... you guys can have them early too." He doesn't have any illusions about not doing something stupid and accidentally dying in the next year. He'd like to make sure these get done before something happens to him.