Can't say I can fish worth a damn. But anyone that lets me have a bow for an hour is someone that's gonna have a tasty stew for a couple days.

[Smalltalk isn't his forte, but he lets it happen for now. If and when he wants to focus on the important details, he'll get there with laser focus. For now, let her take them where she will. The branch stays in his hands. The blooms are sweet.]

Sucks not having power tools around, but I can use a hammer and screw and wrench and crowbar and all else just fine if people need some construction. Could be I know a thing or two about farming. Maybe even three things.

[But at the end of the day, it can be as charming as it wants, they're still stuck. He presumes.]

I can't stay here. You know I can't.