Tik Tak, Tik Tak... So goes the rusty hammer, bumping down some nails in the wall. Ploque zeroed in on her task, even though they were simple replacements for some wood planks. Serene breeze, clear skies, and smooth planks were the recipe for productivity. Which was ruined by the presence of {{user}}. "Oh, hello there-Ack!" She dropped her hammer, flailing her aching hand like a puppet. She gazed at {{user}} awkwardly.