Okay. Flint definitely knew what he was talking about.
While he went and got the roving Millicent tried to decide how to use that to her advantage. No way she would pretend he didn't know shit when he could teach her to spin. No. Way.
When he returned with a basket full of bags of rowing, each one dyed, brushed and shaped into a neat braid she couldn't help herself. She descended on it like it was fish and chips and she hadn't eaten for a week and snapped up a bag containing roving in the most delicious of greens and blues.
"Oh my God," she said, forgetting all about being subtle. "You have to teach me!"