"I've been working with it, ay," says Laertes. "Tress tells me that she collected cups, in her world, and so I've determined to make some for her. If nothing else, my mistakes might make her laugh. The clay I've gathered has been cleaned of impurities, and sand added in proper measure, and I've been planning a kiln to fire it in. Thou mayest use all of it--I had no wish to rob thee of it."