"I'm sorry." I said. "I must have mis-heard that."
"No." Wendi insisted. "Pick up our house and put it into your Inventory."
"My current Inventory can't possibly hold the entire house, even if it were complete enough to move."
Wendi waved a finger in my face. "Now you have lied, you simpleton. You once told me..."
"Current Inventory, Wendi." Gwendolyn admonished. "Can you fit at least part of the lumber to remake the house?"
"Well, yes." I admitted, "I can put part of..."
"See?" Gwendolyn said, "Solved."
"How much of the house?" Wendi demanded.
"By volume, or by weight, or by time?" I asked.
"Quit being obtuse and answer the question!"
"I, for one, would sooner sleep in my own bed." Gwendolyn said.
"Stop encouraging him!" Wendi admonished.
I sighed. "Most of it by volume and weight, but it would set the house construction back by no less than two weeks."
Wendi blinked in surprise. "Really?"
"If we have good woodlands around us, yes."
