Meg glanced at the newcomer; a normal person might've been taken back by her appearance, but then Meg was hardly normal. She was a demon, she saw all kinds. As long and Little Miss Greeny wasn't going to go psycho stomping like the Jolly Green Giant, things would be fine.

She turned her attention back to the gazebo. She had managed to sort the material that could be salvaged from the material that was only fit for burning. A good start. And she had started mapping out replacement pieces on spare material.

"Absolutely. Anything a man can do, we can do better."