Oh, I — yes, that does make sense. You do have a plan in mind!

(And now she is trying to imagine this process for a moment, hence the silence. How is the wood pulp 'pulled up'? How do you get the pulp...? Maybe it doesn't matter. Gela gathers her hair back from her face as she's thinking, twisting it, bringing it against her neck.) If you understand the process well enough to teach it to someone else, I could... find some volunteers, or set up a roster.

How much would they all hate us if we made it mandatory, do you think?