"I do, yea. My Ma taught me when I was younger. I was sick a lot back then and it kept me busy. Drawing did, too." Steve felt plenty comfortable sharing so openly with Lady Crawley because there weren't any stakes on the Island. He didn't need to be so secretive about his past here and it was freeing. He just got to be Steve Rogers, and that had been the whole point of coming here.
He couldn't help chuckling at her estimation on just how hot it was. "It doesn't get this hot just about anywhere, I don't think. We'll get used to it," he promised. He'd gotten used to the heat, the cold, and everything in between lately so this wouldn't be too difficult. Steve finished nailing in one more nail to secure the piece of wood he'd been working on when she came to take a seat inside.
"I'm happy to sit, but you don't need to get me anything. I can go a lot longer without water than most people so it isn't so bad," Steve promised, taking a seat next to her in the shade. "I'm sorry it isn't going as quickly as I would've liked. I'm trying to make sure it's right, not rushed," he apologized.