"Huh. Well, if you do that while bringin' a beer every now and then, I ain't seein' myself complainin'." Wasn't that different from the time he'd fixed up his neighbour's fence a couple months back. Only she'd brought out homemade lemonade, which was admittedly a nice touch.

He put a hand into his back-pocket and pulled out a small notebook with a pen attached to it. "Lead me through the house, yeah? I'll make note of the worst of the damage and then I can come back with the truck and some material and my tools. I ain't gonna make due with whatever you two city boys got."

They had to be from a city, right? London or somewhere, going by the accent.