Constructing a cookery

The building was mostly finished, with the last bit of instructions being told to Altum from the teal blobling. While Sire was doodling in the dirt minding his own business, Altum grabbed each leaf with his mouth. The leaf tasted sweet, and looked colorful, distracting his senses. He flapped up towards the top and carefully placed the leaves in a circular fashion, to equally cover the top little bits at a time. It took a good while going up and down carrying leaves, but he wasn't done covering the top. He dived down and softly landed next to Sire to quickly check on his drawing. Bunches of scribbles, but Sire looked proud none the less. He looked back up at the tower. The tower would smell like fruit for perhaps another week or so, with it being held together by the sticky insides of a bleeding heart fruit. With that amuzing idea in mind, he continued working.