[Arno was taking this about as serious as Steven was. Probably anyone he knew would look at him strangely and laugh. He was honestly taking the time to help this kid out with something like this.

Arno had nothing really better to do. He was the one cooking the soup in the other room.

Hey, it was a respectable thing to do. Honorable, amicable, all of that. He pondered for a moment before replying, bringing a hand to his stubble ridden chin.]

Rocks, you say? You mean to make a headstone of some sort then?

[Aha, Arno sheathed his blade.]

Other than helping with the arrangement of the house, I can certainly help with the carving.