can you take this spike?

Their work was mostly quiet, aside from Grimshaw pointing at things to ask for them or to tell her this or that stake was ready for the pit. She made quick work of sharpening the stakes and he quickly wondered why he even wanted to help her at all. Had he just given her the idea and plans, she would've made short work of this all on her own. Meanwhile, it would've taken him the better part of the day to dig a hole as quickly as she had, not to mention the collection of branches, sharpening the branches, and then placing the branches.

As he sharpened branches, he pushed them over to the pit so that she could reach them and bury them into the dirt pointy end up. Once his work on the branches was done, he moved over to the edge and studied it for a moment before finalizing it with a nod. "This should work just fine. A few more branches, then we can either leave it here and wait or we can chase some animals near it in hopes one will fall in." He couldn't argue that he was getting a bit hungry too, but his lunch would probably have to be to-go at this point. If he stayed for the meal, it'd be quite late by the time he got home.

"Speech."