"Doodads." The crone smiled, releasing the hand she held. Instead, she started looking through the room, the smile staying on her lips though growing slightly thoughtful. She touched this and that before coming on a very large container of metal working utensils and the beads that went on the wires. She left the container open.
"I do love you, my liege, but I would never have guessed you were the type to say doodads." She kept digging through things, though as she did she was also clearing a space on the main worktable to rest the woman.
"Why do people bother with books of memories? Your lives are too short; you don't have enough time to forget things." She tsked softly, shaking her head in disappointment. "Mmm. Knitting." She set out a different sizes of needles, even bringing out the bamboo ones.
"Can't decide how to spend your time?" The crone patted the table for Hannibal to put the woman down. She kept looking and smiled when she found a leather punch and very long pieces of leather. "Who knew what interesting doodads we could find."