[PQ] Strings and ceiling wax, and other fancy stuff

Isla this won't hurt a bit The mama chipmunk, or so Isla assumed, would find no resistance in the medic as she tried to claim the berries. Isla held her hands up to show that she was in no way intending to stop them from their feast of bribes, trying and failing to stop the little smile that threatened to creep across her face. "Okay, okay," she conceded, scooting forward a bit to carefully go about replacing the floorboards. "As far as I know, there were no chipmunks, huh?" Giggling to herself, she rose to her feet and crept around to grab her tree-branch-broom again. Remi would find out about them in his own time, she figured. And they weren't doing any harm exactly, right? Besides, Isla wasn't the type to harm a creature. It went against her whole ethos. So, provided there were no further chipmunk related shenanigans, she would finish her decluttering and help to reveal that there was, in fact, a workable space beneath all of the mess.