"Is all of that really necessary?" asked Kloey.

"Oh, yeah," replied Sherry. The gondola creaked and swayed as they rode up to the tail of the island, where the library was. "If I didn't grow cane-wood we wouldn't have anything to build houses with, or anything we could press sugar out of, or sticks that the old folk could lean on. It's very important! At least, that's what Mom tells me."

"I feel I'm going to be sick," Horbin said.

Kloey was struggling to not make eye contact with Sherry, who was staring intently at her. "Couldn't you simply magic those things into existence? What is the point of growing cane-wood for months and then having to cut it down? Even this machine - you could simply float yourself up to the spire."

"Well, I know you're a cat and you must have like, all kinds of incredible powers and stuff, but we make do with what we've got," Sherry said proudly. "We've lived our way on the island for generations and I don't see anything about that changing any time soon!"

Horbin pulled his knees up to his chest. "I am definitely going to vomit soon."