Hailey's expression is thoughtful as she carefully unties Momo. When she gets to the wrist cuffs, she pauses for a moment, taking a breath, and then unties those too. 

She tenses at the contact... then relaxes.

"No cramp," she breathes. "Probably surprises aren't safe yet, but this... worked."

"Yay!"

"As much as I feel like this ought to be cause for celebration, we do probably want to get everything we'll need set up sooner rather than later."

"Yep. And probably change out of our costumes, now that you've made all this excellent casualwear. Oh, and we never answered your question about ordering the beads."

She quickly sorts them into Hailey-Maya-Sable-Neo-Ruby order. "There."

And she produces the rest of the bracelet!  The identity beads are carefully fitted onto an elastic band, with little spacer beads in between; once that's set, she makes a silver bracelet that could probably stand on its own if it weren't for the way the aglets she's set on the end of the elastic are clearly meant to hook on to it.

"I think that should do it!  Try it on...?"

Hailey takes the bracelet, grinning at how she doesn't have to be careful of accidental touches, and looks it over. "Fuckin' gorgeous, Momo. You spoil us." Then she slips it onto her wrist. It fits perfectly, and she flips her bead emerald up. "Thank you."

"Anytime!"

"...Let's see, what do we still need to set up..."

"Camp shower, maybe hang it from the tree. Some kinda camp toilet that can dump off the edge. Shower curtain and changing area are up to you, damned near all our body modesty was dysphoria, though Ruby does have some. Toilet should probably have a stall. If you figure out some kinda minifridge we can run off solar, or some other way to keep things cool, we can preserve extra fruits for the portal days, give you a bigger calorie buffer for that."

"Some training tools for you to practice your web-shooting with.  Pots, if we want to see if we can make a bonsai of our magic fruit trees."

She sets herself to making things, checking off the items on Hailey's list - including the changing area and shower curtain - before she contemplates achieving her own stretch goals.  She has a limited calorie budget!

"I can definitely make us solar panels, though if I do it like I'm thinking might be better and floating them off the sides so we have more ground space, it might be trouble for your swinging around.  And I have plans for a good chest freezer."

"Oh huh."

Hailey's been setting things up as Momo makes them, and once she got the changing area up she changed out of her costume into some casual clothes: a midriff-bearing black t-shirt with an abstract, pointy pattern on the chest, the low-rise, hip-hugging pants, and the chunky but comfy black boots. The costume and the other clothes get folded up by the tree.

"I think... as long as you put some drainage, you could float a panel or two in the pond? You're right that panels off the edge would obstruct web-swinging practice, but obstructions might be good training."

"I could also float them upwards, come to think..."

"...I'm less concerned about you smacking into the panels, as much as I am you missing a recovery by hitting one."

"Spider-sense is meant to cover that, but prevention's worth a pound of cure. How're you figuring on maintaining the buoyancy? Topping up the helium if it gets low, or d'you have a plan for preventing leaks?"

"Oh, I don't need helium; I can make hollow shapes, which means I can make solid - most likely metallic - objects full of hard vacuum.  The rest is just buoyancy math."

"Oh fuckin' brill. That's clever. How big a metal balloon d'you need to hold up a whole solar panel?"

"More than I'd like, but less than you'd think, because I can integrate a lot of the structure into the 'balloon' if I'm being clever enough.  The question is whether I have enough surface area to do it all in one extrusion or if I'm going to need to stick things together after I make them."

"Well.  It ought to be feasible, so long as I use more of my overall surface area than my costume's having pants permits me.  If you have body modesty over other people, you're probably going to want to turn around for this."

She blushes and grins. "Body modesty, no. Thirsty gay heart that's developing a bloody huge crush on you, yes. Up to you."

"...Maybe we should flip a coin?  I'm not sure what I want my answer to be."  Or, for that matter, if the Company meddled with it.  This hasn't exactly come up before!

"If you're unsure, better I be cautious. My gay heart will cope somehow. Maybe I'll do some target practice."

She turns to face the tree.

And she makes the panel.

Hailey spends the time snapping lines of webbing off at the tree rapid-fire, accuracy rapidly improving as she figures out how to listen to their body's instincts and refines her skill. She gives it a moment or so after the distinctive sound of Momo's quirk stops, long enough to straighten her clothes back out, and then turns around when she hears that stop too.

There is now a rectangular prism about 4/5ths of a Momo tall and half of a Momo wide, but longer than the island, with most of one of the flat sides covered in solar cells.  It's floating in midair.  It has been augmented with a set of propellers, to allow it to rotate towards the sun.

Momo has eaten another fruit, and is now extruding an insulated cable to connect the panel to a battery bank.

"I'm pretty sure this is more power than we're going to need for the island - but since we're probably going to need lots of power for whatever our missions are, better to over-provision than under-deliver."

Hailey grins. "Impressive and sensible. I'd offer webbing to help with anchoring it to the island, but they decay after a few hours. I can stretch that to a day, or maybe a week, but not permanent, I don't think."