So my wife and I had a bit of business with a guy who lives a few miles outside of Post Falls in a neighborhood with a rural feel.
We drove over and met him at his house. Met his family.
All went well.
On our way out, my wife noticed that they had chickens. And before we knew it, I was holding two cartons containing a dozen eggs each.
It certainly wasn't necessary, but it was a nice way to seal the deal.