"Farmin' is a better use of your time, I'll grant you that." He jerks his head towards his house and starts heading that way. "I got a couple wheelbarrows in the garage of my cabin - 'Got' as though I didn't go steal them from some half collapsed houses. Let's go start relocating some bodies."

It didn't take long to fetch those wheelbarrows, or too long before they start running across corpses, cold and haunting and a devastating display of aftermath as much as the ruined and burned out houses around them. They needed something to talk about that wasn't what they were doing or what had happened.

"Farmin' somethin' you did at home? Or is the green thumb a hobbiest kinda thing? I never could manage plants, but then again, bein' home to water them is probably an important first step." Having a home was also something that was required, he supposes, though plenty of people might argue that a motel room is just as good as anyplace else.