[That, finally, makes him laugh, cheer returning to his entire face. He takes the hammer and gives it a toss, just a little midair flip, then catches it again and mimes swinging it down hard on a nail without making actual contact.]

Such a little fuckin' thief. Mi querida ladronita.

[Oh man, she lends herself to too many cute nicknames. Also, she's absolutely right. His hammer now.

There's the sound of boots and chatter finally as the others make their way into the barn. They still sound uneasy, but maybe they'll lighten up as repairs and preparation get going again.]

Guess we oughta get back to work. Hey, I'm gonna see about fixing this tongue thing, you think you can get me some wood to splint it?

[She gets one more kiss and a smile, and then he crawls forward over the jockey seat to have a look at the long stretch of wood extending from below it.]