Probably not as much as Erron thought. Most days Arthur was content not thinking much at all, just casting a line into the lake or cleaning his saddle. The simple life he'd come to hope for in the gang was here and now.

"Good to know" he smirked, happy to have Erron's company, in general, and looking forward to when they could share a bed again. Maybe later, before the moon.

Arthur took the hat off-smelt nice, but felt weird, not a fit for him-and set it back on the other's head. "A present?" he chuckled "What in the hell for?" he wasn't much for gifts, figuring the money could be used elsewhere or whatever the item was was too extravagant.

"Yourself is nice enough ya know. But okay what is it?" he asked