By the time he'd gotten all Ambrosia’s supplies put away, she'd switched back into worker mode. After he'd put the boards and hardware away, she'd set her toolbox on a mostly-clear workbench, trusting that he'd figure out where they belonged. It was reasonably simple; there were empty spaces on the pegboard where tools should be, and those tools were in her toolbox. Like went with like, so he put her screwdriver with its companions, and her chisel next to the other chisels. He turned, her measuring tape in hand; there weren’t any other measuring tapes hung from the pegboard.