There's a groan from Jamie. That was a pretty bad joke. Still, the groan is fairly good-natured, and even though he shakes his head afterward, it's clear he's not bothered by it in the least.

"It could be a lot of things. Illness, or some sort of disaster, or even the weather, aye?" This might not make so much sense, Jamie thinks, so he elaborates somewhat.

"It's right by the sea, and a rough climate. If they could not grow crops any longer, they would've had to move."

He wanders over to take a look at the necklace as well. "There's some smaller beds over here," he says, glancing over at the structures nearby. They seem like they would be too small for menfolk, unless they were much shorter back then. Jamie's not a large man, but he'd have trouble fitting in one of these beds. "I wonder if this part of the house was where the women slept?"