[It makes for an interesting bit of spectacle for the Fool, at least, who observes the effort made by the two little imps with a growing, wry smile. It seems the little creatures have endeared themselves to him after all, his initial annoyance aside.

He doesn't seek to distract them, suspecting that their small brains are only capable of so much at once. So he waits until they seem to have the knack of threading the strands together before asking,] Who was it who set you to this task?