"What? All three of us? Here?" Handy looked around the rather spacious work shed. It was nearly entirely taken up by useless bullshit, metal poles, half-worked wood, numerous junk, and detritus, as well as work tools and some disused farming implements both too big and specialized to be any use to the tending of the small pumpkin patch he spied through the window. As well as shelves filled with God only knew what. He had grabbed a ball of twine, taking one end and preparing to wrap it about his wrist to tie down the sleeve of his tunic.