Hooks smiles. "Sure!" Then the smile falters. "I'd offer to help, but I'd think one would need thumbs to make something so lovely." He flexes his one-finger arms (think of a sloth but without the claws).

AL pats him. "You're fine. If anything you'd be great at swinging around the Maypole."

"I'll take one," she says to DG-Victor. "I can't speak for the guys, though."

((I can't decide who'd have one and who wouldn't so...leave it ambiguous))