Ethan put his feet firmly on the ground and raised his fists, but he lowered them again. "Yeah, no, that's not gonna work. I'd rather punch a real punching bag. Or some guy who deserves it, that's the same." He turned his attention to a tree. "We could hang something on there, for punching or target practice." He scanned the garden, but there was nothing suitable there. "In the shed should be stuff to maintain the garden, there's probably some bags we can fill with something."

Benjamin opened the package of butter that came with the soup, real butter too, that was a treat, and he smeared it on the bread. As he did, he glanced at what the girls were having. Nothing he was in the mood for, but it was good to remember this for another time. It looked like a perfect evening snack while having a beer.
"Any chance of you joining the agency in the future?" he asked as he looked at Duncan.