Help Becky with some Handlin'

As you leave through the front door, you see Rebecca come up to you, carrying a strange looking tool; a long metal stick with some places to attach some buckets to.

"Oh, morning to ya sir," Becky says, giving you a pleasant smile, a long strand of her hair falling from underneath her cap. "You look like you got a bit of strength to ya, mind helpin' me carry some water back from the stream?"

You agree and follow Rebecca down to the stream. It's a bit away from the house, actually feeling kind of isolated. A perfect place for some privacy, if some should be needed. Following Rebecca's directions, you manage to feel both buckets up with cold mountain water.