Whittling away at wood can be fun… for some. Doing so for hours and hours, over and over again, failing and breaking the thing you had been working on again and again could be a right pain in the arse. So it was that Handy, with a little help from Jacques, worked away at Handy’s little disguise. It was ingenious, simple, and utterly, completely and absolutely insulting to the human that he didn’t think of it sooner. Meanwhile, Thorax, who actually knew half a damn about how to sew, worked the more workable portions of Handy’s improvised winter coat as an addition to his patchwork deer-cloak.