"Aye, the material seems unduly flimsy, especially when wet," he said. "A wooden crate or cloth sack would be far more durable. But we're hardly in a position to be especially picky." He gathered together a few more boxes and the slings bearing the plant pots while Chell stacked the remainder on his borrowed desk top. "Would that we could have shown ourselves as something other than beggars. The generosity of those on the mainland does them credit, but I dislike relying on charity." Especially as it could not be counted on to last forever.