"Better than nothing," he responds, unconsciously imitating her thought, but it is true. Grabbing a nearby stick he's pretty sure she swept aside in clearing the space for her garden, Clint starts making rough circles along the line she's inscribed for the garden's perimeter. "You're mostly wanting to keep animals out, right? I wish we had some chicken wire, but we can work something out. We don't have a long of long pieces of wood, so your posts are gonna have to be closer together than I'd normally make 'em, and you need some kind of gate. At least there's hinges off the doors in the destroyed buildings."

His words are more or less half to Beverly and half stream-of-conscious. His face is set in a contemplative expression, clearly thinking things through and making rough plans as he moves along the line scratching in more circles. "Split rail's all we're gonna be able to do here, but that won't keep the smaller animals out- huh... maybe that'd do it..."