[OTA] Whistle While You Work

[intotherough]

It's not unusual for winter to last well into April where Ben grew up, to watch snow slowly melt into the North Sea and to feel enough of a bite that you'd best keep your jumpers out until May at the least. He wasn't disappointed to have landed somewhere where things are a bit more reasonable, weather-wise, though, and the day was nice enough to go outside during a slow period at the pub and sit himself on the bench outside.

He ought to put tables out here for the summer, he thought. Something to consider he thought as he picked up a block of scrap wood and his carving knife and started to hum a cheerful tune under his breath.

Maybe he'd make an elf. Of course, no matter what he carved, Charlie was likely to think it was a toy.