Galanthus was wiping the tears from his eyes when the repairman’s voice drew his eyes back over to the flowers, where the concrete hovered perilously over them. “Don’t move,” Galanthis shouted, then flitted away swiftly with no further explanation. He came back shortly holding the ends of a VERY large leaf… at least in comparison to Galanthus. He hovered above the repairman/s hands while the leaf was held under them, ready to catch any cement that fell. “Now what,” Galanthus asked, back to his grumpy, irritated self. “Where do you plan on putting it?

“Well,” the Repairman thought aloud, “normally I just toss it aside, but…”

He looked around at the local flora.

“…Not sure if that’s an option here. Eugh.”

He began to feel the cement seeping through his hands. He didn’t like any rocky/grainy substances in his ink, and knew this would be another trip to the cleaners.

“Hmm…”

He stroked his chin thoughtfully. He stayed like that for a moment or two, before snapping his fingers with an aha!

He used this third arm to pull out a bucket, and carefully poured the cement into it before putting it away.

He turned towards the fairy, one hand behind the back of his head.

“Heh, sorry about that. Is there any way I could…?”

And then he realized he was gesturing with three hands. He hastily absorbed one and looked at the fairy sheepishly. He hoped it wasn’t that noticeable.