For a brief instant, his mind shifted to the oddness of the scene. He and Ambrosia were crowded shoulder-to-shoulder, the two of them working in a space meant for one. And then he focused back on the wood, calculating the cut, his hand making gentle adjustments on the tool rest to get the proper profile. A stack of template boards were on the workbench, lovingly shaped out of hardwood, and he picked one of them up and held it to the still spinning workpiece then shaved just a little bit more wood off.