Nyame: I see that you have delivered what you promised, little Spider.
Spider: Aw, shucks, it weren’t nothing, Nyame!
Nyame: Shut it.
Spider: Shutting, sir.
Nyame: Now, receive thy due!
(A scroll appears and unfurls towards Spider, rolling back into a ball and shifting as it floats in his hands. Anansi is deeply moved.)
Anansi: I...I can...