[Yeah. She should. Fiddleford is already thinking the same thing. It's nice to recapture a little of the dogged optimism he used to have. When exactly did he exchange that for bone-tired pragmatism? Hard to say. Probably around the time the optimism started feeling hollow and disingenuous. And sure, it feels a little hollow and disingenuous now to put on a happy face like his mental health didn't take a flaming tailspin right into the ground last month. It's fine. Holing himself up and ruminating won't help and neither will working himself to the bone so this is all he's got in terms of options.]

How big is it, because between the two of us we're probably goin' to take up the whole thing.

Not that I imagine anybody'd want to argue with a snake and a scorpion about where they're sittin'.