She points it at Ghostbur.

“…What the fuck, man, that’s not cool.”

“It’s okay, Tommy, I have infinite canon lives!”

(Tommy doesn’t move, but he’s visibly wavering.)

"It's fine, Tommy. Tell Ghostbur it's fine. That you'll put your things in the hole."

“But it’s not, you’re— what the fuck, Paramin!”

She steps towards Tommy quickly, hopping over the pit before he has time to react, and kisses him on the cheek. "Be a good boy and" - she shoots Ghostbur - "drop everything in the hole."

“What the fuck— okay okay I’m doing it I’m doing it, leave Ghostbur alone—” He drops everything he has in the hole. And then he steps back, glaring, and scrubs at his cheek where she kissed him. 

She laughs as she flips back to the TNT, places and ignites it. "You care about people so much, Tommy. I like that about you." There's a hiss and a boom and no change in the smiling mask of her face. "Maybe too much." She tosses him a wooden axe. "Night's coming. Let's build you a house together. What do you want to call your new home?"

“I don’t want your fucking handouts.” He throws the axe in the hole (now more of a small crater, really). “And I don’t want a house here. I want to go home.”

She laughs again, flipping idly between axe and TNT and crossbow and oddly vibrant lapis. "Ghostbur, does this seem like home to you?"

“I don’t live here! I live in the sewers beneath L’Manberg. Unless something happened and I forgot, I do that a lot.”

She stifles another laugh. "I mean for Tommy! A little vacation home for our Tommy. Though it can be for you for a while if you want to keep us company."

“Oh! Well, there isn’t much here yet, but I could help build one?”

“NO. I said no. I am not making a fucking house here, I have a house and I am going back.”

“Well, you’re here right now, right? And it’s night soon, we need a place to sleep. It doesn’t have to be a permanent home, just for your vacation! And it looks like it’s going to rain and I reaaaaaally would like a roof over my head for that, okay?”

“…fuck you, man,” Tommy mutters, but the heat’s gone out of it. “Build whatever you want. It won’t be my home, though, I’ve already got one of those.”

"Tubbo exiled you from L'Manberg, Tommy. It's not your home anymore. But cheer up! This is your home now. Want to name it? I know how you love naming things."

“It’s not my fucking home. I don’t— you took all my things!”

“Tommy, are you thinking what I’m thinking? Lads on tour. Lads on tour!!! Because we’re lads, and we’re on tour.” Ghostbur bounces and waves to Tommy. “Hello! Lads on tour!”

Sigh. “Hello Ghostbur.”

"I didn't take anything from you, Tommy. In fact, I gave you an axe! Look, it's down there. Why don't you go get some wood, and I'll get you some wool for a bed. Setting your spawn is an important part of making a house a home."

"You gave me a fucking pity axe, I'm not taking your pity things. --Awwwwww I have to go punch a tree--" Time to punch a tree! He stomps his feet the whole way to the tree and he's got a deeply annoyed expression.

She follows him close enough to be annoying but not close enough that he can claim that she's violating personal space, and picks up each log as it falls.

Is she also cutting down trees or is she picking up his logs that he is punching a tree for.