[For Guy] You think you know someone.
Julian had found a clearing not far from his new hut, and had decided it was a good place to build the furniture he needed. He'd actually managed to build some shelves that were still standing and probably level enough to even hold books, but now he was working on more important things. There was a partially finished table in the clearing, along with a couple of equally completed chairs, and the poet himself was working at sawing a piece of wood to the right length to make slats for the seat. Auden was entertaining herself by pouncing on bugs, climbing trees, and occasionally brushing against Julian's leg when it was time for him to take a break and give her attention.