Rowan looks a little surprised by the offer, but his no doubt stumbled reply is cut off by the quick arrival of a waitress. He orders them each a coffee and some pastries, just to get some strength back in Daine, and then turns to her again.

"I guess. I mean, it's one of those things I've never thought of doing." He was raised in MidMerica, yes, which still had farms and ranches and the like. But his life was entirely city-bound.

Plus, there's not much use for a horse to a Scythe, is there?

"If you're okay taking on a potentially awful student."