Any of it would be welcome to help dispose of all this.

[ Eden's idea of the vines being used as compost wasn't bad, but without knowing how long it will try taking root, it's for the best if they're all burned. ]

I think I hear a thrall. One moment.

[ She walks back along the path and speaks with one that has managed to keep up. It wears a blank expression and says nothing before it turns and goes to fulfill Christine's order for wash tubs and buckets. Then she returns. ]

There; we should have what need soon. In the meantime, let's start disassembling all this.