Yikes. Well, that's good. I'm not really that good with crafty sort of stuff, anyway.

[Sadie watches Eniko's hair bounce, stars in her eyes... That hair looks close to something out of Sadie's gene pool, even though Eniko isn't white. Not a lot of curly haired blonds, out there. She has another bite of her apple.]

Probably better to leave me to hunting, beating up evil faeries or whatever, and... chopping logs, I guess.