Kavinsky's face scrunched up. "The future?" He took a moment to mull that over, eyeing Eddie before dropping a handful of nails into the bag. "I guess that might make sense...since you don't look like you're anywhere close to sixty." But it also didn't make sense at the same time.

"Oh. That's cool. A bigger house for the little ladies, huh?" And a pen for the goat, that was good too. Not that he knew anything about chickens or goats. He just knew they needed pens and coops and shit to keep them safe from wild animals. "And cabins have always felt cozy to me. Like, in theory."