"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Millicent said, and in the interest of not getting killed, maimed or kicked out the window (not that she couldn't hold her own, should it come down to that) she dove into the three baskets just standing there, waiting.
There was so much of it. In the end she went for a skein of pale purple (wool and cotton, it felt like), one that was a bright yellow (just wool) and finally one in the deepest of reds. If these were natural dyes that one had been dyed with crushed up beetles. Which, yes, was on this side of gross, but the colour was nice and as long as she didn't have to do the crushing she was all for it.
"I'd like these three," she said. "And if you have some unspun wool as well I will be your new best friend."