Between the two of them, they find an easy rhythm--Laertes laying brick into the spaces that Lancelot's finished spreading, nudging the bricks carefully until they fit flush with one another. The work is heavy and hot, but fully engrossing--and very soon, they'll have built out the patio all the way to the staked-out twine that borders it. By then, Laertes is streaming sweat so heavily that it leaves a dark stain down his t-shirt from his neck, but he's grinning like a light. "Thou hast a ready hand with this," he says. "I should've asked thee to help me long ago."