Lexi listened closely as Truebs spoke. Sooo... they had to do manual labor. Hmm. She would give it a shot. Least she could do. Getting up from her seat she made her way to grab a burin and returned to her LONELY little table. Finding a blank section of the plank she set the burin's tip on it and took a deep breath.

Panic overtook her for a moment so she pulled it away and checked to make sure her protective wear was still securely in place. Yep, check. Anything else she could do to stall? She shot some glances around the classroom and decided quickly THAT was a bad idea. So... time to start.

Putting the tip of the burin back against the wood she began to chant, "Wunjo wunjo wunjo
wu wa wi we wo
wun wan win wen won
wo we wi wa wu
w w w u u u n n n."

...

She felt like an idiot. She tried to carve her little heart out. Not literally. Stopping for a moment to consider her work she shrugged. It could definitely be worse. She began to carve again and chant to boot. She was already breaking a tiny sweat from the amount of pressure she was applying to the board.