Magnus and Briar
That was fair. Who needed to be good at everything? It was how Briar felt about things like weaving. He wasn't any good at it, remembered a lot of nights around Discipline with Sandry constantly untangling things for him, chastising that they couldn't even use that mess for bandages. But he liked it. It was calming.
So Briar nodded. "Better to have useful skills anyway." Useful in some cases meaning stealing. "Bet you can convince Maya," his head tilted vaguely toward where his girlfriend was, "to play later."
He didn't really know if she was good either but people seemed to think so.