“Come on, just gotta, it can't be THAT hard, can it…?” The effort toward the recovery of the commonfolk of Joya something which the guild masters and members of Fiore seemed to support whole heartedly, at least the one's that weren't total assclowns of course, everyone was doing their bit to try and help the people who had their lives turned upside down by the civil war of liberation, though perhaps that wasn’t always a good thing really. Case in point the example of a perky pinkette who had taken up the old hammer and nails for what had been the very first time in her rather privileged life, Lola Skylark lacked little for eager enthusiasm, but experience and skill might yet leave something to be desired.
“Ahhhhh! M-My thumb! Fang! FANNNGGG!” Perhaps this never better exemplified than when the heavy head of her tool seemed to make a bigger impression upon her thumb than it did the nail she had been trying to line up, as the latter tumbled toward the ground the would be handywoman was suddenly found shrieking and shaking her hand, and demanding that her long suffering partner assist her with her task. I mean, he always was better at this kind of thing, right~?