Decades ago, I was friends with an older woman, who still lived on her ancestor's property. There was a tiny screened building out back that she referred to as "The Pout House", a place that as a child she was dismissed to whenever she ( or her siblings) were pouting. We scrounged and gathered stuff from oak pallets used to transport glass from Germany, to a warped screen door, fallen cedar trees, rocks from around the farm and gravel left over from an aquaponics install and voila - A Pout House. I think this will be the most used building on the farm. Hammock for 1 hangs in the center for some delicious personal time.