[Tate was a bit more subdued after the whole first bout with mountain ash thing, but all he needed was some time to sort out his head. He toked a bit when he went home to his hotel room, sitting out on the balcony to stare at the night sky and look at constellations of stars he didn't recognize until he felt mellow enough to sleep. He's better the morning after, coming back out to the woods in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and hoodie.

He drops his backpack to the dirt after handing over a bottle of water to Derek, looking from him to the wood he wants sawed off with a typically teenage hesitance. But he wanders over, picking up the saw like he's never seen one before and shooting Derek a glance.]

It's been fucking years since I was in shop class. Just want you to know that.

[But he's more competent than he lets on, because he starts working - clumsy at first but it seems he gets confidence returning to him once he gets in the groove. He ends up taking off his sweater and hanging it off a low branch behind him, focusing on his little pile of wood.]

How long have you been at it today? You should take a break.