[ It hardly occurs to Sawbones to ask for help carrying the basket and she's scurrying into the kitchen like a rumpled nightmare before long anyway. ]
Pardon us. [ It's late enough that the chaos of peak cooking hours have passed and there's room on the big preparation table for what she has in mind. She turns to Marcus and hefts up the basket, nodding to the space. Set it up there please. And the pot is up there.
[ She points to a very large pot on top of a cupboard. It's big enough for Sawbones to fit inside easily. ]
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Pardon us. [ It's late enough that the chaos of peak cooking hours have passed and there's room on the big preparation table for what she has in mind. She turns to Marcus and hefts up the basket, nodding to the space. Set it up there please. And the pot is up there.
[ She points to a very large pot on top of a cupboard. It's big enough for Sawbones to fit inside easily. ]