William
Cynthia drains her mug and sets it down, then nods. "I can gather those up easy enough. Shouldn't take too long at all." She said, smiling. Somehow over the course of the conversation, Mox had become less and less frightening. Despite the scars. And despite the weaponry.

"Eat up. I'll get a few bottles of what I make on the trip out. Fair's fair, and I'd like opinions on it." She grinned. "I'll be back soon then."
Jodi
*Mox raises his empty mug with a nod.* "Just don't hurt yourself with that knife out there, hard to teach someone when they do." *He teases, chuckling as he turns to dig into his food once more." *He pauses and debates about taking the dagger back till she returns before shrugging. She was an adult. If she hurt herself she could easily take care of herself.*
William
"I won't." She says, nodding. She held it much like one may hold any other knife, Edge and tip down so she can't easily cut herself if she falls or bumps something. Carefully she turns and moves to head out, silently repeating, 'Wood, and nails'.

A few hours, at most, to collect what she needs. Then she'd be back.
Jodi
*With everything collected it doesnt take long for Mox to set up a wooden dummy behind the Inn. Recalling the ones he faced in his youth when he was learning how to hold a weapon. This time there wasnt a wooden blade for it to hold, so he improvised. Nailing a stick to it's right 'hand' to act as a weapon.* 

*Without paint a bullseye would be a bit tricky. Mox improvising using his claws to scratch one in alongside an angry face on the dummies head. At some point while he was building the thing he had taken his cloak off, revealing the short sword at his hip as a backup.* "There. That should do it." *Stepping back he inspects the dummy before turning back to Cynthia.*