Carver climbed up to perch on one of the stools Sally used for doing fittings on the citizens who were significantly shorter than herself. 

"I guess I might as well be. Jack sent me here. Apparently I'm sleeping over with you guys. Where I can be supervised by someone [i]not[/i] stuck in a wheelchair," she added in a mutter.

She looked over the notes. "Makes sense. Easier jobs go faster, so it's easier to manage your time when you get down to the wire." She perked. "Oh! Speaking of which, I need some help with my pants, when you have the time. I spilled some daphnius potion on them and the friction irritates my vines, but I don't think the witches will sell me the antidote any time soon. Do you think you could cut that piece out and patch over the hole? I could make an attempt myself, but I doubt it'd be good enough quality to prevent me from having to come to you eventually anyway."