"They do sell little garden sheds." She's seen them in the garden sections of the some of the bigger box stores, though she's never been tempted to buy one. How is anyone supposed to get something like that home? Maybe it could just get delivered, or maybe it arrives in more portable pieces that you have to assemble. Either way, there wasn't much of a draw; she's never been short on storage.

It might not be a bad starting point for a workshop, though. "You might have a hard time turning around in one, though," she points out with a wry smile. "It'd need some adjusting. But I'm sure you could work something out." He builds things for a living, after all.

She grins outright at his little fantasy, having already come up with similar ones, herself. "Or sending Saoirse out to fetch you? Or coming to pester you when you've been holed up so long that I fear you've lost track of the time?"