Millicent eyed him. For just being the surly, reluctant son he really did know a lot about yarn. And spinning. Sure, it could be bits and pieces he'd picked up here and there, but it wouldn't be nearly as fun if she didn't poke that with a stick. Just a little. She wasn't completely heartless. Well. Maybe a bit.
"So what do you think?" she said, grabbing one of the skeins she'd brought with her. It was a 50/50 wool/acrylic blend, something a non-knitter would find soft and nice, but a proper fiber nerd would rather die than trade for the hank she fished out of one of the baskets. "Trade?"