"Huh." Will's smile was thoughtful. He was more used to thinking of it in the reverse: about the greed and laziness and carelessness that led to cut costs and cut corners. How easy people could convince themselves the fine details were a waste of time when they weren't gonna be the ones relying on a ledger board to keep a deck from crashing down under 'em or a smoke detector to save 'em from a fire. "'S pretty deep," he said. "Yeah. I'd say there's plenty truth in that. Could say summat the same of making furniture. Like..."
Will crossed the workshop to a side bench, where a chair sat half-assembled, still awaiting spindles and a back rail. He laid a palm on the carved surface of the seat. "Okay, chairs, right. Don't need nothing for sitting but a stable surface. So why bother turning the legs so's they're shaped nice? Or carving out the seat saddle 'stead of leaving it flat? Could say it's a hell of a lot of trouble to go to when it's still gonna work the same. But the person sittin' on it, damn sure they'll notice the difference when it's not giving 'em splinters an' making their backside sore. An' that's the point of it, right? It's not just things we're making, it's things for people."