( You're a saint, Gerald. Truly. Let it never be said this blonde son of a bitch isn't kind. Indulging him'll help him pass the next twenty minutes with a little more sanity than he otherwise might. )

Well, the basement's unfinished, so I figure I'm gonna stone that up. Put in a reinforced cell just in case we need to hold something later. Place to stash some arms. Maybe redo the plumbing some jackass did all wonk-ways on the second floor. Replace the floorboards in the master bedroom. I think Jo wants some bookshelves lining a few walls, so I'm gonna sling some of those together. Weather-proof the attic, swap out the kitchen fixtures to something a little less likely to burn the place down, and then... I don't know. Maybe pool table?

( So, you know, like a dozen and a half things — plus a few he's not thinking of off the top of his head. )