"Look at that," Robin muses, watching the collection of spirits hone right back in on their repetitive little task, just like they had out in the dirt a dozen levels above.

"Can't," remarks Vincent, finishing off another newt. It makes Robin laugh.

"They're sewing," is Robin's explanation to Vincent, "And they're good at it, too."

"Huh."

For a minute, that seems like all that the giant plans on saying. He's not even pretending to look at either of them at this point, and crosses his arms for lack of anything else to do with them. But then he has an idea, which he announces towards the ceiling:

"Maybe you could put 'em to work while he's... uh, they're here. Keep putting holes in my shirts, and all."