No, pitch! It's like... hm... like tar? Do you know what tar is? But it comes from trees!
[Fortunately, she finds it already, along with a box full of rags, and lets out a small happy cheer.]
Here it is! Can you stand guard? I'll get the torches ready.
[Later on, she thinks, she'll make more to take back to the centre of the village where most of them have decided (or been volunteered) to live. Whether Sunny stands watch or doesn't, she securely wraps a few rags around a couple of torches' tops and generously covers them in pitch, then grabs the matchbox and hands it to Sunny (at least matches have been developed in the Walls, so she knows what they are!).]
Can you hold on to this? I'll carry the torches. If the spiders come any closer or the one on the path doesn't let us through, we'll light them and scare them away.
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[Fortunately, she finds it already, along with a box full of rags, and lets out a small happy cheer.]
Here it is! Can you stand guard? I'll get the torches ready.
[Later on, she thinks, she'll make more to take back to the centre of the village where most of them have decided (or been volunteered) to live. Whether Sunny stands watch or doesn't, she securely wraps a few rags around a couple of torches' tops and generously covers them in pitch, then grabs the matchbox and hands it to Sunny (at least matches have been developed in the Walls, so she knows what they are!).]
Can you hold on to this? I'll carry the torches. If the spiders come any closer or the one on the path doesn't let us through, we'll light them and scare them away.