[Connor ducks his head; modesty, shyness, or simple discomfort, it's hard to tell. He folds his hands together and puts them in his lap, leaning comfortably against the tree trunk.]

It is a common enough pastime where I am from. I spent many winters in hunting blinds with little to do but carve. Practice makes perfect, as they say.

[Perfect toy boats, perfect running and jumping, perfect killing dudes. You know. The usual.]