The more blatant, the better, in Jo's opinion. If she could get by on a lot of gesticulations and a series of grunts she would probably be in heaven, but that is neither here nor there.
She uneasily ogles the rock pile and then selects one that doesn't look like it will jumble all the rest down. "Easy does it," she announces.
The rock comes down an inch or so from their little rolling system. From up on the pile, Jo has to admit that it doesn't look like much... but then the fishing weir hadn't been looking like much for a couple of weeks straight, so that's no problem. "You shove, I'll move the rollers," she decides.
(Undoubtedly. Feel free to have him not understand her. Nobody else does. X3)
She uneasily ogles the rock pile and then selects one that doesn't look like it will jumble all the rest down. "Easy does it," she announces.
The rock comes down an inch or so from their little rolling system. From up on the pile, Jo has to admit that it doesn't look like much... but then the fishing weir hadn't been looking like much for a couple of weeks straight, so that's no problem. "You shove, I'll move the rollers," she decides.