[great, someone who doesn't know shit about floors. at least that's not unusual...]
you need shims and friction screws for creaks, not towels. maybe some wood glue. god knows what shape the joists and boards are in.
[and how is she supposed to fix them without making any noise? Jan bites her lip, more irritated at the whole situation than ever. she could get a hand drill and make the holes for the screws with something to muffle the noise, maybe... that's going to be an enormous pain in the ass, and slow to boot. how's she going to get the floorboards up to look without a hammer, anyway?
she takes a moment to examine the conviction that this is somehow why her dad and all his high school friends took her power tools away when she was twelve and told her she had to learn how to do everything the hard way. fucking hell, she hates it when they're right.]
sheets. we could use sheets probably. carpet, blankets, anything soft. theyll muffle footsteps at least. you offering to come along?
[that had BETTER be why he's telling her who she should have supervising wherever she decides to go. it's not that he's not being practical, or that she doesn't know he's just being safety-conscious, but right now she's already ready to be exasperated about everything, much less some guy deciding he's the boss of the house.]
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you need shims and friction screws for creaks, not towels. maybe some wood glue. god knows what shape the joists and boards are in.
[and how is she supposed to fix them without making any noise? Jan bites her lip, more irritated at the whole situation than ever. she could get a hand drill and make the holes for the screws with something to muffle the noise, maybe... that's going to be an enormous pain in the ass, and slow to boot. how's she going to get the floorboards up to look without a hammer, anyway?
she takes a moment to examine the conviction that this is somehow why her dad and all his high school friends took her power tools away when she was twelve and told her she had to learn how to do everything the hard way. fucking hell, she hates it when they're right.]
sheets. we could use sheets probably. carpet, blankets, anything soft. theyll muffle footsteps at least. you offering to come along?
[that had BETTER be why he's telling her who she should have supervising wherever she decides to go. it's not that he's not being practical, or that she doesn't know he's just being safety-conscious, but right now she's already ready to be exasperated about everything, much less some guy deciding he's the boss of the house.]