Who knows. This could be useful information to have, if he ever has to pass as a chicken coop salesman, or if the world fully does end and everyone has to raise their own chickens and sow their own gardens.

Dick is still peering deep into this chosen corner and the deep unbidden dread of the unknown it stirs in him when Ellis claps him on the shoulder. He returns to the present as easy as that, one hand scuffed under his nose, the other still at his hip. He nods, also.

This is just helping, and helping is easy.

With care taken not to snag his vest, he tips up and maneuvers the roll over as directed, end over end. Picking it up and lugging it over would probably have been faster.

“Is this something you’ve done before?”