The missing scene

Okay,so it isn't a missing scene as such, it's just that when I was reading through the proof of The Fall I noticed something. Ben has important scenes with all of his close family members bar his Uncle Rooster in the first part of the book. Sure, Ben talks to him at the beginning of the book but after that they have virtually no contact until a pivotal scene about a third through. So I added a short scene with the two of them early on. It doesn't advance the plot and some people may see it as filler but I like it and I think we get to some more of Rooster's personality. Anyway, if you've already read the first book I present it to you here in all its glory.

There is an awful smell coming from the shed. I can’t describe in words how terrible it is. Is something going wrong with Uncle Rooster’s beer? Has it gone off?
I knock on the shed door. Uncle Rooster eventually answers. His hair is a mess and the smell becomes even worse.
“What’s that awful smell?” I ask him.
“That, my lad, is the beautiful aroma of fermenting beer,” he tells me with pride. “Want to have a look? You can be my apprentice!”
I grimace. “That’s okay. You seem to enjoy doing this by yourself.”
“Let me tell you a secret; this isn’t my recipe.”
I perk up my ears. When Uncle Rooster wants to tell you a story you listen. He has quite the bizarre imagination.
“I found the recipe in an old book,” he confesses. He grins at me while I wait for the story to continue. It doesn’t.
“Is that it?” I ask.
“Don’t ever tell anyone,” he orders me. “My reputation would be ruined!”
“Why did you tell me?”
He seems to consider my question for a moment before sitting down on an old log at the side of the shed.
“Just in case Rosa and I don’t have children I want to leave my secret to someone I trust. That person is you.”
I really don’t know what to say. I’m flattered, even though I don’t know the first thing about making beer.
He continues. “The recipe is slipped inside a book I have under my bed. The book is called “The Kama Sutra.” Don’t look at any pictures in the book; they’re very, very rude and only for adults.”
“I’m an adult now,” I remind him.
He gets up and walks back into the shed. He turns to me and says, “Yes. You’re an adult now. Little Ben Casper is a man. Congratulations!”
He closes the shed door and I’m left speechless, pondering why I’d come to his shed in the first place.