That was... something he didn't expect her to say. It took a bit for him to process her words, but after that he did his best to be encouraging still, all the same. "It's still better than nothing at all." It was something to remember, for her as well for others. Even the tiniest silver of hope was better than knowing there was nothing.

A fact Bruce knew all too well.

"Ah--yes. I think we still have some of the clay we used last time. Let me go get it for you." Bruce stood up and went to grab the bucket of specially-prepared clay he had brought over just for this purpose, returning back with it and setting it down between them as he knelt back down. "We have this. It's about as good as using manure, but with none of the smell."