Maynard sees you passing by, or observing, whatever you may have been doing, and gives a friendly smile and wave, leaning back in his chair on the porch of his shack. "Hey, mate. Fancy seeing you out here. I don't get visitors often, aside from Mort. He lives around here, in a cabin on the other side of the scrub (Australian slang for woods). If you'd like to cast a line, I've got spare tackle and rods in the shed. Or if you'd like to just shoot the breeze, I have an extra stool for ya. If you're in a hurry somewhere, it can wait, surely. Not that you have to stick around, but...slowing down every once in a while can't hurt."