[She scampers back to her nest on all fours and gathers up her papers before bringing them back over, excited.

The "plans" are literally just stick-figure versions of her with other people, smiling happily in blobs that are probably meant to be nature scenes. She spreads them out, and after considering them a moment, just says:]

. . .I'm still working on them.

[In fact she adds a scribble that's supposed to be a plate of spaghetti between her and Shadow Weaver in one of the pictures.]