"You learn. Need coordination for a drop spindle too." Marc remembered trying with the drop spindle when he was a boy, sitting up on the roof over the dormer on his childhood room, so he could get a drop from a high enough place. "S'easier."
He gathered up the things he selected, rearranging the three baskets so that he'd have space to put his new skeins. "M'going to put this away and get the roving. Stay here." A quick shout summoned two house elves, and Marc lifted the one basket with his new yarn in it, unwilling to let it go. One eyebrow lifted slowly. "Don't think Isolde'd like wearing butter. Fur on the other hand, yeah." Which of course was what angora was. Isolde had suggested Marcus raise the rabbits, but he'd scowled in response and refused to put in a rabbit hutch just to harvest the soft yarn. Maybe when they had kids. If they'd managed to have kids.