“I
think I’ll try it another time. That was… informative” Ace handed the
yardstick back good naturedly. He then let out a huge yawn, “Oof, it
must be later than I thought. I think I’m gonna turn in. You’re welcome
to stay by the fire; just make sure to put it out.”
“All right,” he nodded, shoving the yardstick back into his hammerspace, and sitting back onto the toolbox. After a moment more of warming he went to dump a bucket of water onto the fire when he looked back at the toolbox. He slapped his forehead, muttering as he stuffed the heavy thing behind his back. After extinguishing, he took one last look, and decided it would be nice to leave something, but what…?
A few minutes later, the camp was like the Repairman was never there, but Ace would find several still-good cans of assorted foods and an opener in his rations.

