Georgia went step by step with Sybill, attempting to get everything right. She wasn't expecting to be a master on her first go, but it would've been nice to be able to reproduce the needed skills without having to consult Sybill again. "Draw the yarn through the hook," she repeated, her eyes darting between her hands at Sybill's. After the first stitch, Georgia held it up. "I think so. Does this look right?"
Pleased that Sybill was finally enjoying the second portion of their get together, Georgia sat back and finished the row on her own. She set the things down in her lap and had a sip of her tea, holding the petite cup in both of her hands. "Oh, I didn't even think about that." Georgia bit her lip gingerly, telling herself that it would be the rest of the year before she wouldn't see certain people any longer. "It is kind of nice, though," she said as an afterthought, "to be the oldest class finally. If I spoke to Rodolphus the way I chastise Rabastan, you'd be lucky to see me again with both of my eyeballs." She giggled to herself at the thought, and with another sip, set her glass down and picked up her yarn and hook.