"Don't you have to have crazy hand-eye-foot coordination for that? I'm one of those people who can't even -"
Millicent paused. Her Muggle cousin would've said 'walk and text at the same time', something she herself found curious, but that Flint without a doubt wouldn't understand. Or come to think of it, she really wasn't going to spill her secret just because he was about to give her handfuls of handspun yarn.
"Well, you know. Un-coordinated is my middle name."
She looked over the yarns he'd picked out. She had more of that at home, and couldn't wait for autumn so that she could knit from it without sweaty palms.
"Good choice," she said. "It's like knitting with butter. Only in a good way."