The frustration in the cabin mounted even Wes had entered. His presence was insufficient to ease the tension that had overcome her. Tamamo had to accept that basic Magecraft was just not part of set of wifely skills. Even if she did make a Workshop, which she was questioning of the feasibility of given their lair, it was likely not to live up to the impeccable standards of a discerning magus like Wes. 

Raising her arms overhead she worked the soreness out of her body, unconsciously thrusting out her chest for her Master's viewing pleasure. 

"Master, it pains me to admit it, but my skills aren't suited for this. It behooves me to say I am not fit to suited to preparing our nest." She pawed at her face, wiping away fat crocodile tears. As a renowned courtesan of unparalleled beauty and grace, acting was a skill she had down pat. "There really isn't anything I can offer to prepare our home. Perhaps I could scout the city while you get the drone doohickey and pick up a house warming present? Nothing says commiseration like a nice bottle of sake!"