[Once they're far enough away, Fiona straights up and tosses a sarcastic look backwards at Rhys, wrinkling her nose.] Don't trash my method.
[Back at the farmhouse, she does indeed wing it, spinning some ridiculous story about how they need an axe and a wheelbarrow because they need to dismember the imps and cart them off somewhere -- didn't you know? If you leave their intact bodies around, it'll just attract more imps. Like cockroaches.
The story works, and Fiona is whistling, very pleased with herself, as she wheels the wheelbarrow towards a grove of trees nearby.]
How are you handling the axe? If it's too heavy, we could switch.
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[Back at the farmhouse, she does indeed wing it, spinning some ridiculous story about how they need an axe and a wheelbarrow because they need to dismember the imps and cart them off somewhere -- didn't you know? If you leave their intact bodies around, it'll just attract more imps. Like cockroaches.
The story works, and Fiona is whistling, very pleased with herself, as she wheels the wheelbarrow towards a grove of trees nearby.]
How are you handling the axe? If it's too heavy, we could switch.