Small barn like building, with old wooden doors and not many windows. It has different rooms as well as a decent sized kitchen.
The living quarters, Farm
grandmother
mother
I am a mother of eight children. I live with my family in a cottage in the countryside. I spend every day tending to the needs of all of my little ones which can be overwhelming, but I always manage to maintain a pleasing disposition and a happy smile.
He is right there, mother. Are you not on speaking terms with him, still? Oh my, my eyes are so poor I thought he was a dog.  My apologies - but still, only a woman should decide what underwear her husband wears. There there, mother. These are fine underclothes. I will show them to him. Are you sure you should be using that needle with your eyesight? I'll have you know I only stabbed myself thrice tonight!  I'll have you know in my day people were happy to spill blood to make clothes! Ah but who will clean up the blood now! Let's break bread, mother. Fine dear, what sort of bread are we making? Break bread! As in - eat. I swear, mother, sometimes... Well, this won't do!  Back in my day we sacrificed to the gods before making bread or else it would be cursed by the bread gremlins. Why don't we pray instead? I suppose we could do that instead, but I still maintain it's not nearly as effective as blood sacrifice.