Bobo rolls his eyes, but there's enough of a smile there that he isn't at all bothered. That doesn't mean he's not going to keep giving them shit.

Making a bit of a face, Bobo nods. "I know a bit, but not much. We spoke more French in Purgatory," he notes. "So you won't have to worry about him learning it from me."

Bobo shifts, sitting back and considering that. "Easy enough of one would be that we could use a corral around that building we're using for a barn. Split logs and get them put up. I got nails in a box with the steel for the horse shoes, and you could work on that. Likely we're going to need to take a look at the roof eventually. Just to make sure it's holding up. Could work on furniture for the house if you thought there was anything we needed."