Wet and smelling like pumpkin. A little rain won't hurt them. "Yeah? That'd be faster than taking a sledgehammer to it. Or my arm. Less fun, maybe, though." Because taking the metal arm to building walls is kinda fun.

Once the oven is settled where it belongs, for now, they head back around to the front of the building to let Rosinante in. "It's not very impressive," they warn, opening the door to a cozy little living room with rugs, a couch, a couple of armchairs. It's more rustic in decor than the old cabin had been, the walls wood and unpainted so far.