[He nods his head and gets to work. He missed a spot earlier. He goes back for it. The rest is easy. Routine, almost. He clears a solid yard of snow from the path before glancing up at Archer. He has far to go, but working under these conditions is becoming a problem. He's got a heavy gaze, for someone sticking to the underhang like an icicle.]
Surely you have better things to do than watch me clear the path. [A scoff.]
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Surely you have better things to do than watch me clear the path. [A scoff.]