[Tink smiles cheerfully and waves, then dives back into the nearby winter foilage. When she comes back, she's struggling under the burden of an armload of twigs and sticks.]
Gotta... make... a cart...
[Oh forget it! She tosses the little bits of wood to the ground, then one by one starts to weave them into the spider web to shore up the delicate strands.]
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[Tink smiles cheerfully and waves, then dives back into the nearby winter foilage. When she comes back, she's struggling under the burden of an armload of twigs and sticks.]
Gotta... make... a cart...
[Oh forget it! She tosses the little bits of wood to the ground, then one by one starts to weave them into the spider web to shore up the delicate strands.]