Tony did not take it as a joke. If it wasn't clear how new this program was to him before, it must have been clear on his face then while he wondered, slightly panicked, what the limits were to her abilities, how to design for a knit, and if this was some kind of test. Didn't she know what she was doing? Why was she encouraging him to destroy it? He looked down at the scarf in his hands again for the answers, and repeated, "This," with confidence and a grin, because he couldn't imagine anything finer now that he knew that she had made it herself, and probably not with any technical help at all, with her hands, like some kind of Byzantine princess. Sweeping her hair back behind her ears to gather at her neck and wrap the scarf around it again, clumsy by touch, he said, "We'll match."