Honestly, flinging innuendos at someone who didn't (or refused to) notice them was at least half as fun as doing it to someone who played along, anyway. (And, moreover, Irene always liked seeing Amaya so focused on -- well, anything, but particularly something like this.)

"All right, I think I can handle that," Irene decided, though not without the tiniest bit of dubiousness as she took the hammer and gave the board she'd held a similar little push, experimentally.

She would help throw the trebuchet in the ocean if she somehow ruined it this far along, so that was a slight concern. Even if it seemed a bit unlikely.