Kaldis nearly jumped to the rafters when he heard the sound of a piece of the wall section just got completely cut out. He was about to get insanely angry that someone had just defiled the building he'd labored to build until he saw the familiar face of Beatrix coming through the newly-made hole. She mentioned how they'd need a new back door, as well as outdoor seating. He scratched the back of his head nervously before stammering: [b]"W-Well uh...I'll see what I can do, but I don't really have a hinge for a door on me, but I'll try and get one as soon as I can...I'll just uh, seal this back up."[/b] He stumbled over to where the new hole was; it was certainly a clean enough cut to fasten a door onto it, and getting the door would be no problem, he still wished Beatrix would have given him a warning before cutting a chunk out of the wall. 

Tilting his head as he mentally measured the new hole, he figured that he might as well plug the thing up for the time being. He balled his left hand into a fist and placed it in his right palm, and within a second a door-like piece of cherry-wood started materializing in the perfect shape to fill the hole, thought it was a bit awkward considering it formed in his palm. The sudden weight made him arch forward a bit, but he set the door into place quickly nonetheless. It was a snug fit, but it could still be taken off for when he would put the hinge on it. He sighed a bit, an itching sensation lay at the back of his mind telling him to finish putting the door in when it wasn't possible at the moment. Even if he put a wood hinge on it, the thing wouldn't hold, and it'd probably squeak like crazy. He sat down at the new bar and began eating one of the apples in his bag.
[b]"Next time, could you please tell at least tell me in advance when you want something added? I'll get a hinge for that door as soon as I can..."[/b] He continued to munch on the apple as he glanced at the job board, wondering if he should even bother trying to take one on; He couldn't think of a way he'd be useful on a real job. He turned his head to the side and placed it on the bar before whispering to himself: [b]"Maybe if I make a big enough stick..."[/b]