He was quiet for a minute, aside from a sigh at the fact that neither of them were leaving him alone about this hobby thing. “Maybe,” he said simply. He didn't see what was wrong with not having hobbies; he'd never really needed them before, after all. But if it would get them off his back, then fine. “That was less woodworking and more general construction, though.” He pondered for a minute. They could always use a couple more residential buildings around here. Get more people out of cells and into actual rooms. But that was too big a project for him alone. “Yeah, alright. I'll check the armory out. See what they've got for beginners.” Because there were definitely some of those around here.
As much as he complained and tried to deny it, Brandon was more or less used to the fact that he'd always be outvoted. Being the only male had bonuses and drawbacks. That happened to be one of the drawbacks. “Man, if it ends up being the four of you next time, I'll probably stay way on the other damn side of the compound,” he snorted a laugh.
“Sounds to me like you've got a lot to go on, if it's just a developing idea, then,” he told Kori. “I say one of the two of you should mention it to the public. Get the opinion of the other people who do have kids, you know?” Brandon's opinion may have been important to Kori, but probably not so much as a mother with a school-aged kid.
Kept them out of trouble? Clearly she'd forgotten exactly how much trouble Brandon had been. But he didn't say that, just shrugged. “Six in one hand,” he said. “Still can't think of anyone better to teach a bunch of kids. And if it's gym, you'll get to do fun things, at least.” He shrugged again.
As further proof that he wasn't paying attention to the game, Brandon nodded, setting his cards down face up on the table. “Yeah, sure.” He glanced at his cards finally, then laughed. “Though, maybe I shouldn't have agreed to that so fast.”