I was afraid of this. Not the gardening, the boredom.

[ Clara is honestly shocked he made it this long. She's been waiting for this, and yet has no good answers. ]

I'm sorry, I know it's a little...quaint. Does it make you feel any better if I say even I might go bonkers after a while?

[ As she's talking, she moves to sit on the edge of his bed, taking his hat and putting it on top of her own head. ]

Here, I got you something. This should keep you occupied for the next five seconds.

[ Clara grins, peeking up at him from under the brim of the hat—which is way too big for her—and handing him a bag with a scarf inside. ]