"Eh, eardrums are overrated," Millicent said, examining the yarn closely. There was a hint of shine too it, almost as if it had a hint of silk in it. The next hank was definitely merino, and...
She caught the book he tossed to her. "I don't really have the space to dye and spin," she said. "I barely have room for my clothes in the place I'm living right now."
Oh, great. Two seconds and she'd already let slip about the state of her flat. Small. Cramped. Smelly. Yarn did this to her. Who could think straight with this much yarn in front of her?
Luckily he seemed as distracted as she felt. "I thought she might like this one," Millicent said, putting the book aside as Flint pulled out one of her favourites. Well, not the favourite, there was no way she'd trade those, but they were pretty damn good. "It's alpaca in it, can you tell?"