"Dunno about the range," he comments. "But we can start trying that out. Should be safer with the light coming back." It would be nice to know what the network is really capable of. And some day, he'd like to see more of this world as it comes back to life. The way Will speaks of his terraforming projects has him dreaming of barren ground bursting with little flecks of green everywhere - much as it is here, closer to the bonfire, but over vast distances. There's something inspiring about the idea, he thinks.

A journey for another time perhaps. The field and house are the immediate concern, and a farm is a more reliable source of that inspirational greenery that can do double-duty in keeping them fed with real fresh food grown by their own hands. He retrieves his tablet and looks up the last messages he'd traded with Law.

"You know, Law's willing to do a lot more than he lets on. He'll grumble and frown and act like it's below him, but he cares. I'm sure he'd help. If he ever acts like he doesn't want to, just appeal to his doctor sensibilities. Fresh food's good for everyone," he replies with an affectionate little smile as he types out a sentence or two.

"At least you won't have to worry about weeding for a little while."