"A way to spend time with me?" Laertes grins, sudden and flashing, and draws up Lancelot's hand to kiss. "Oh, my heart, there are so many pastimes we might share. Thou art well built for every labor of the hand; we might work together on building a little boat for fishing--or raise a shade above this oven, that we might sit upon the brick in the rain and eat together--or thou couldst learn with me to make a garden that will feed and nourish us throughout the year. I will never let thy hands be idle."