[If you can't build a pulley, what good are you, Kate. Johanna rolls her eyes, but she doesn't pause in her hand-over-hand climb up the side of the tree.]

Yeah, I'll put one in.

[Like it's so easy.]

They used to give them to us. You can make them, but you at least need a chisel. A drill. Stuff I don't have. [This isn't admitting a weakness, it's just true. It feels like admitting a weakness, and Johanna sets her teeth together, hard, as she hauls herself up the next spike. The treehouse is very close.] So until all that rains from the sky, you get to help me.

[Manual labor. So exciting!]