Defaulting to Lazy as Farmer Bobbi's defining characteristic, it needs to be Gil of course. Rarely moving a muscle, leaving the heavy lifting when the fool Farmer passes out from exhaustion to Marlon, unimpressed with the Farmer's Monster Eradication progress, even leaving the meager rewards for said progress to Marlon to dole out, Gil exists purely as an antidote to those overzealous who feel that Stardew's daylength is too short. He is so uninvolved that it's not even possible to compute his mass as gravity deems it pointless to interact with the only thing in existence with no apparent velocity. As such, time passes even more slowly in the gravity well antithesis known as Gil. As the heat death of the universe slowly yet inexorably approaches, even it is checking it's watch to see if Gil got held up in traffic.
As the Patron Saint of Meh, Gil exists as an aspirational goal for Farmer Bobbi and when the time comes, she hopes that Gil is merely a Title of Honor instead of a single person. That once all the Gil molecules have arrived at their final resting state, Gil the Sixty-Second will ascend to a higher plane of restful existence unknowable to mere mortals, and that another shall take his place in the Chair Which Should Not Rock. Marlon is clearly aiming for the coveted role of Gil the Sixty-Third but Farmer Bobbi is gonna give him quite a run walk sit slouch collapse melt for his money.
That chair will be mine.