Charlie looks at him askance for that, for as sweet as Eddie's intentions might be, he sounded like he was coming up with ways to get Charlie out of the house.

"How?" He crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm not even allowed to wear iron shoes, there's no way I could hammer a stables together. The only way's gluing and that'll take buckets of boiled hide to make enough."

That the natives must have found a way to erect silent constructions doesn't enter Charlie's little sulking mind just yet, not while he's jutting his jaw and being argumentative. He snorts.

"If we could build I'd just cut that back door high enough I could walk in without ducking. I'm not going to live in a rickety stables when I could have solid walls, little boy."