“Think so,” Ryler responded, her gruff voice made even rougher by the exertion she was putting forth working. Swinging the hammer a bit harder, Ryler gave a satisfied nod when the plank stayed firmly in place. One down, a million more to go. “Dunno where. Someplace warm.” Ryler hadn’t put much thought into it, honestly. She had money saved up from her work around the ranch, enough to get her a flight somewhere, then from there she could find a campground and just spend the summer doing not much of anything. No worries, no distractions, just herself, a soccer ball, and plenty of wide open nature. Scratching the back of her head a bit, Ryler shrugged, not really sure if the water was even around. “Dunno, it was here earlier,” she said, rather lamely, as an excuse for it’s current absence. “Maybe Chase took it.” Ryler wasn’t even sure where the horse was right now. Getting into trouble somewhere around the ranch, no doubt. “Oh. Yeah, I guess a water would be alright, then,” Ryler nodded, relaxing slightly when she realized that they were hers. Her name scrawled on the bottles in her aunt’s scratchy handwriting proved that.
“Oh,” was all Tyler could think of or a split second. “Hopefully someone’ll know where you’re going. But... it does get warm here. Just, like... so you know.” He was grasping at straws, he knew that. He also didn’t know why he was doing it. “We’re also at a higher elevation than most places. It’s great for training and stuff. Athletes come from all over to train here. You could go up into the mountains and go running or climbing or somethin’. Just so you... don’t have to go so far away.” He trailed off then, listening to her work and visibly cringing at what he was about to say next. “Do you want any help?” Obviously he knew the answer before the words even left his mouth, but he couldn’t help his nature. He’d always try and help people. Especially Ryler for some weird, odd, reason. “I could hammer or something. Leave all the heavy lifting for you.” Letting out a small snort of laughter, Tyler scanned the open area around them, spying Blue who’d found a rather large stick to chew on, but no sign of the horse. That was a first. Chase was almost always right next to Ry. Glancing up when she spoke next, Ty smiled lightly, sifting around in the bag to hand over a bottle. “Here you go. Do you want something to eat too?” Looking back into his bag, he withdrew two grilled cheeses, setting one in his lap and offering Ryler the other with a light smile. “Grilled Cheese,” he said. “You kinda got me hooked on them.”
