She rolled her eyes. The person who had entered seemed to be shuffling through some papers, and they sat there for a few minutes. Finally, the person cleared their throat and left, turning the light off behind them.
Poppy laughed deeply, pushing aside the canvas. "Admit it," she said, kneeling down to look through a cupboard. "That's the most fun you've had in ages."
They managed to slip out without being seen, and Poppy began to lead them back to the kiln. "They should be almost ready now," she said, "seeing as they're so small."
"Again with the chaos," she said, amused as she shook her head. "We don't want that, Craw. We'd fail the project."
