spin me right round

Fable caught his sneaky grin and returned it in kind. Keeping busy always seemed to ease any kind of tension. No one could stay grumpy if they were paws deep in wet clay! She scooped a generous amount of wet clay and worked it in the snow until it was pliable but not wet. Fable lined the edges of the missing piece of her pot and slid the shard home into place. It hung precariously. Sticking her tongue out just a little bit as she focused, Fable shored up the sides with new clay until it was safely in place. "Alright... now we need to place them directly into the flames. That part can be, uh, tricky," she laughed. She was no expert, only having done it once or twice. Fable carefully picked up her assembled pot and placed it nearby the fire, then set about looking for a long, sturdy stick. Once she found a suitable candidate underneath a thin blanket of snow, she grabbed it in her mouth and used the far end to nudge her pot carefully into the fire. Flames licked at the stick, smoking and hissing where it burnt the snow and moisture away. Her pot rolled into the flames safely, her clay having held the piece in place. "Aha!" She cheered, then settled by the fire across from Gilgamesh. "Your turn. And then we wait!"