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Zelda scooped up another shovel of reeking muck; heaved it into the wheel barrel.
Link winced and the disgusted look on her face. "You don't have to—"
"Yes, I do."
He tried again. "I mean, it was my fault. I broke the window. You could leave it to me to do all the work."
The irritation became surprise. "What a gentlemen."
He reached for the shovel.
"But no!"
"…No?"
"No, I want you to get a second shovel and help me, bird-brain. Faster we get this done the sooner we can go flying!"
He smiled back, and go to work.