Weaver

Duchess' eyes diverted from the vines that didn't much look like a net yet as a familiar voice came through her ears. She didn't have the best smile to offer the girl, but at least she didn't hate her. That wasn't saying much for Duchess these days, or at least in regards to a stranger.

She appreciated the help the girl offered, and it was only kind to give her the meal in return. "I have band member to feed but I'm happy to give you a fair share." She suggested, hopefully not coming off as too rude. Pointing to the pile of vines beside her, she instructed, "I'm going to weave these ones vertically into the others here, just like this." She started at the top of her vines all in a line, weaving the new vine over and under all the way to the bottom. Hopefully that was easy enough to understand.

"Duchess"