I... think I've probably terrorized the town with my sales pitch enough for one day. [ There's a weak smile, a half-cringe. She's kidding, mostly. Kind of. Maybe it could use a bit of work, she's hardly any kind of salesperson — even if it's all gone mostly well. She's pretty excited to try and get her new walkman and tapes to play, going way retro with the entertainment, it looks like. But it can wait. And she could probably give the people of Milton a break for today.

Besides, he looks like he's on his way to do something. And while he's here, she also... kind of has some question for him about things. ]

Are you... going to get some firewood? [ She motions to the axe he holds at his side. ] ... I can help, if you want.

[ There's never not a need for it. And she's happy to help him. It's not exactly the funnest of jobs. Not to mention he... probably shouldn't be pushing himself too hard, considering he's still recovering from— well, a lot. ]

And... I have my sled. I could drop my things off at the Community Hall and use to help pull firewood around? It'd probably make it a lot easier than carrying it.