Tribby flashed back to her days back in her original home, where she'd been a moderately apt basket weaver, and rope fashioner.
"It... juuust... miiight... work!" she said to the wormbirdpig, who had gone back to eating its apple.
Not wanting to seem crazy for talking to worms, she decided to focus on weaving the Orc-pubes instead.
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