Marcus caught the skein of yarn she tossed at him, fingers sinking into it. Soft, yeah, but there was something that caught at the pads of his fingers, making him scowl. He shook his head and tossed it back to her. "S'shite," he commented, not bothering to elaborate. He liked natural fibers; never did understand why some folks liked that shite Muggles mixed in. "Got any bamboo blends? She doesn't have many of those."