"Well you're no fun," Millicent stated. "Not even if I bribe you with cake?"
She watched Flint's hands as he worked. It had seemed so hard when her grandmother showed her, but she had been using a wheel so old that it was a wonder it was still in one piece. Might be easier this way.
It went well enough until he let go of the wheel to allow her to pedal it herself. That's when it started going too quickly, the batting bunching up as she tried to feed it into the little... thingy. Whatever it was called.
She swore under her breath and backed up. "Would love to see you throw a drop spindle off a roof," she said. "Although not as much as I love doing it myself. Works with the top bunk of a bunk bed too. Until the one that sleeps under you stands up and you whack them on the head."