She turned and walked out of the cabin, going to inspect the prospector's device behind the cabin. It worked by dumping silt from the stream into a cradle and then filtering it out--you could still see where whoever had originally lived there had dug big chunks out of the bank in places, searching for gold.

He sighed, kicking his own leg. "Stupid, what type of response was that. I don't know, what are you an idiot!?"

"I wonder if he ever found any," she mused, talking to herself while touching one of the cradle's legs. It was half rotting, it's wood a soft gray. She crouched on her haunches, examining the rusty screen that the silt sifted through. "It'd really be too bad if he didn't, after going to so much trouble."

He scolded himself a bit more before sighing and trying to think of something to do that wouldn't be annoying.

Hmm~. I'm sure he could come up with something.

Maybe, but he didn't want to make a mess or anything.

Well, there wasn't really much to do in the cabin, unless he wanted to play cards by himself or just...eat breakfast

He didn't want to do either of those alone.

Electa was still outside, examining the machine thing

He sat on the bed, taking his bracelet off and looking at it. Maybe he could just spend some time remembering, he hadn't done a nice session of that for a while.