[Bill nods along, following her glance. He'd like to be able to cook them some warm food without worrying about a sizzling pan being the death of them. His job as sandpath technician was one he already planned on trying to use to get them places they weren't already able to reach.

He rubs at his face with an exhausted yawn and texts back.]

I'll be trying to save sand so we can go further. I don't know how much I can get away with yet, but I'm going to try. We should see if there are any loose floorboards in the house. Just in case they come looking, we can have somewhere to hide things.