Call Me MacGyver

Sourly Jupiter spit out the stick he was carrying and glowered up at Amadeus, who was somewhere in the trees above him. "Why do I have to drag all the sticks?" It wasn't fair! He was doing all the hard work. All Amadeus was doing was breaking off the good branches and letting them fall to the ground.

The forest floor around him was littered with small sprouts and too small branches, and more kept raining down as Amadeus continued to strip suitable branches of their leaves. "Because you, dear boy, can drag these better than I can." Jupiter continued to glare up at him, prompting Amadeus to sigh and fling away the branch he was working on. "Do you want to make the trap or not? If you do..." He made a shooing motion at Jupiter.

It was Jupiter's turn to sigh dramatically. For good measure he rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine." He then snatched the stick back up and continued his backwards shuffle to the pile. He was determined to see this through. Even if it did suck, it would be worth it when he caught his first monster.

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”