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If Jay even noted the mess they were making, she made no real sign of it. She was far more focused on the task at hand, her mind spinning from all the things Finch had explained to her and her own projects on top of it. How she would even begin to fasten the boards together was a mystery to her, but maybe with some brainstorming... seeing the wood helped her visualize it all. Some vine wrapped around the board could help fasten it to another, though she worried plant fibers might not be quite strong enough. Maybe some old rope she'd seen laying around the barn? There were so many options..

But painting was really what she needed to focus on right now. Not that meant her mind would stop running all over the place in the meantime, but at least she could try. She let out a little laugh at the dried paint, glad that her sister had taken a lesson on this stuff and she didn't have to fumble as much trying to figure it out. That made it all a lot easier.

"Allllllright!" She chimed in, following her sister's lead and grabbing one of the paint brushes in her jaws. It wasn't exactly a comfortable feeling, but it'd get the job done, even if her mouth was a little bit tired afterwards. She carefully dipped it into one of the bowls of paint, moving over to a smaller board. Some of the paint dripped off the brush onto the ground - she made a mental note so she didn't step in it - and she started working at her board, making the same wide strokes. The whole process was a little awkward and clumsy, but it was getting the job done just fine.