Ducky glanced back at the cherry table. The few unfortunate enough to be standing there tried to edge away. Except for one.
"PHISH, ARE YOU ADMITTING THAT YOU BROKE MY CHERRY TABLE?!?!?"
Phish jumped. "No, I'm not! I'm just trying to fix our problems!"
Ducky raised an eyebrow.
Phish continued. "In fact, I just finished. If everybody just lets the glue set, the cherry table will look as if it had never been broken. DID EVERYBODY HEAR ME? NOBODY IS TO TOUCH THE CHERRY TABLE!"
Ducky looked at Phish's work. It looked great. It looked just like Phish had said, as if it had never been broken. The only difference was there were a few clamps that would obviously be removed when the glue set.

Just then, an unlucky taverner tripped over another's foot and landed on the table, completely undoing Phish's hard work.