Private Bay-Bee, Do You Need a New Home?

Verda navigated the wheelbarrow through the dorm building's double doors with judicious use of elbows and wings to hold them at bay and quite a bit of clambering over the wheelbarrow handles. It was not the most efficient way to get inside, but nothing broke.

"Fantasy stories are fun! You should give me a rec list sometime," she said, shoving the wheelbarrow forward with her foot, "I like seeing what other people are reading, it gives you a lot of insight into what they like to think about, y'know?"

Verda attempted to hold both doors open once she had the wheelbarrow clear, but clearly realized that taking up the entire doorway with precarious balance wasn't a good plan to get the dolly (or Jeremiah) inside.

"It's really cool that you know how to make baskets and stuff! And y'know," she said, abandoning her plan and holding one door open politely instead, "there's no reason to give up on furniture carpentry. There are a crazy number of electives available here, I'm sure you could find a class somewhere in woodworking at least. Like, I know learning from strangers is never really the same as learning from family, less of the bonding, but classes are usually taught by people with a lot of experience, and you shouldn't give up on your interests, y'know? Now's the time to learn things and explore, while classes are cheap and you don't have a job and a house!"