"Right." Indigo glances around at Merlaut's courtyard; then down at the shards of tile from the few that didn't make it through the drying process. Although she made the tiles here, perhaps it's not the best place for testing.

"Maybe we oughtta go somewhere outta the way for all o' this. Wouldn't want a shard o' concrete to fly out and hit someone in the eye." Not that either of them have to worry about something like that, but a passer-by might.