Helen: Come in out of the elements, dear.
Plenty of clean water here.
You're welcome to top off any jars you're holding.
Scout: Appreciate the offer.
Helen: Something on your mind?
Scout: Reasonably-sized firearm there.
Helen: This old thing?
Best to play it safe out here in the sticks.
Never you mind, dear. (leads to: ASK ABOUT THE PAST)
Scout: Wonder if you knew what happened... Before.
Helen: On account of my advanced years?
Do forgive, but I've lived out here all my life.
Hadn't known it'd occurred 'til I heard a drifter gossip one day.
Even then, thought it was mostly bunk.
Scout: Don't seem much concerned.
Helen: People elsewhere stay or go... All the same to me.
Beyond that fence out back?
Might as well be another world.
Scout: Kind thanks for the water.
Helen: Wonderful to have such charming company.
Do drop back in.
Helen: Why, look at you... What a little lamb.
Come in. Warm yourself.
Scout: Much obliged.
Helen: Are you, by chance, narratively-inclined?
We get so few raconteurs around here these days.
Scout: Perhaps... I suppose?
Helen: Make you an offer: Captivate me with a story.
Some amusing anecdote. Or melancholy tale.
In return, I'll provide you this tool I've fashioned.
What say you?
Scout: Don't seem the toolmaking type...
Helen: Fashionableness and fecklessness don't always go hand-in-hand, darling.
One must remain able when on one's own.
Scout: Seems agreeable.
Spin me a yarn.
Scout: Learnt all I know from the scout guide: Skills to survive, how to treat folks proper. Taught myself readin' off it.
Helen: Recall it well?
Scout: (Quote guide) "Page 22: Maps. Maps are important.
They keep us from getting lost and help us find our way.
As a sapling, you'll learn to read them...
Helen: Go on.
Scout: (Continue) ..To reach redwood rank, you'll be required to make your own"
Helen: Charming story, dear.
Now, let me fetch that spear trap doodad.
Scout: Most obliged.
Scout: Never knew where my kin were from. Suspect none of us did. Still, we had a bunk, cabin roof over our heads, three squares daily...
Helen: Someone mind after you?
Scout: Head Counselor. Finest sort. When she passed, none of us could stay. Most of the others? Meant to find a city.
Helen: And you?
Scout:' Reckoned my place was out here in the hollow.
Helen: Been on your own long?
Scout: Who can tell anymore...
Helen: Sorry to hear that, darling. Here's that spear trap doohickey, as promised.
Scout: Most Obliged
Helen: Pleasure's mine.
Daresay I'd begun to grow sour with my own company.
Marvelous as my memories are, they're a mite... overplayed.
Do take care now.
Scout: Take care.