[That was definitely one of his saying from youth, picked up from his uncles when he was trying for too elaborate of a lie. But hey, he had learned to lie well because of that!

He returned with the bricks in question, noting Gabe and not seeing any signs of a struggle or tomfoolery as he approached. He moved around the the older man's side of the greenhouse wall and noted the hole. It definitely would only need one brick.]

That's not too bad. I'll fix it in the morning, alright?

[Bending, he set the brick so that it blocked the draft, using a foot to press it more firmly into place. At least none of the plants would freeze overnight.]

That should do it. I checked the other walls and nothing there, but we should probably keep an eye out in case our critter appears and makes another mess of a wall.