Laertes remembers suddenly that he'd meant to give her tea--he starts preparing it, clicking on the hot plate and filling the kettle from the sink. "I've learned here what joy can be crafted with mine own hands," he says, as he puts the kettle on the hot plate and returns to Ophelia. "Not only this house, although we cut and planed every timber of it and joined them together--so many people came to help us build it. Dear friends, and half-strangers, and even some whom I thought meant me only ill. They came to help us make a home here, and still they come to help us plant our garden or to share our meals. In Denmark, I was so lonely, and knew it not. Here, though ... here, I have so many friends. We were not meant to be China dishes upon a shelf, Ophelia; we were meant to be part of others' lives."