[The Fool has his yimo propped up against a table in his quarters while he absently works at his latest small project, embellishing small details upon a tiny wooden figurine of a wolf. He glances up when he notices Klaus' message, then taps a button on the screen.]

Might you have need of a woodworker? [Then, added with a bit of a wry smile,] Flowers look their best when displayed elegantly. Perhaps I could provide some work for you.

[And earn himself a bit of extra money, for his stipend does not go far.]