"We'll need grass for it," Z replies, "long grass. I don't think you'll find any outside."
Jahura's hand ****ps the back of her neck. "Sheol, you're right," she says, "we may have to import it."
"Well, why don't you just..." Zander spreads out his hands in a grand gesture. Jahura raises a brow.
"And why don't you just grab a pen and write some grassy garhohevtee into the back of our Relto book? It's just that easy, isn't it?"
"Jahura!" Zander is taken aback by Jahura's sarcastic outburst.
Jahura's head tilts downward, eyes to the food on the floor at her feet.
"I'm sorry. That was disrespectful. This whole mess is getting to me. We're surrounded in disrespect."
She picks up her head and looks around with a contemptuous glare.
"Well, we'll be done soon enough." Zander reassures her, "and back to the usual misadventures."
J calls down the stairwell.
"I think I know where a linking book is."
Jahura responds, "do you see it?"
"No," J replies, "but there's this link sound to my left and the pile shifts downward a bit every couple of minutes."
No need for further comment was necessary. Four sets of hands soon start grabbing things and tossing them out the door of the hut.