Moana’s lips twisted into a bit of a pout. She’d find a way to practice without borrowing it then. She lived at the inn; maybe she can convince Clint to put it up there. Then she can practice before heading up to bed for the night and it’d technically be available for anyone to play.

"We should put it in the inn after the storm." It’s been decided.

Large dark eyes looked up at Clint with a grin. Moana didn’t think there was a lack of things to do but then the village and its technology were similar to what she was used too. "Until then I can take Itiiti back. I should try and get him to sleep." Or he’ll be a grumpy piglet come morning.