Open Post: What a yarn

[sporesprouter]

There's still quite a bit of winter yet, according to the calendar, not to mention whatever Dark is, and Tress got an idea for a project fairly recently. It's appropriate and it gives her a chance to stretch out a skill she hasn't really gotten an opportunity to use in a while.

So she's in a cozy parlor, sitting curled up in a big comfy armchair right by the window, a basket of yarn at her feet, and she's knitting. It's still too early to be immediately obvious what it is she's knitting, but she's moving with the easy confidence that indicates it's definitely not a new craft she's just now decided to take up.

Sometimes, after all, it's nice to go back to something old and familiar.

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[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Oh!" says Susan, dropping a banker box full of odds and ends on the ground. "I do beg your pardon, I didn't realize anyone was in this parlor."

[sporesprouter]

Tress looks up, a bit startled. "Oh! No, that's all right. Susan, right?" She stands up, setting her knitting to the side. "Let me help you with that."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Oh, I'm fine, as long as you don't mind the company," Susan says. The box is already on the floor, and she's sinking down next to it. "Yes, I'm Susan. And you're Tress, yes?"

[sporesprouter]

She nods and sits back down. "Yes, I'm Tress, and of course I don't mind the company."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan gives her a small, distracted smile, and starts unloading the contents from the box. They're - eclectic, to say the least. Most seem to be junk: broken toys, queer machines, things like that.

[sporesprouter]

Tress glances over curiously as Susan unloads the box. "What are you working on?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I've decided to start categorizing the contents of the sheds behind the orchards," says Susan, holding up to the light something that seems to be a thin sheet of plastic of unfathomable purpose. "But it's too cold today to do it out there. What do you suppose this is?"

[sporesprouter]

She frowns thoughtfully as she looks at it. "I have no idea. How strange. Maybe it's a cover for something?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Perhaps," Susan agrees, twisting the sheet to the side and peering at it. "Yes, I do believe you've the right idea of it."

[sporesprouter]

"I wonder what it's meant to cover, though. Hopefully that becomes more evident as you find more things."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

In response Susan draws out the next thing, which appears to be a binder full of -- "Arithmetic worksheets?" She pages through it. "Ah. Incorrectly calculated arithmetic worksheets."

[sporesprouter]

She blinks. "Why under the moons would that be here?" A pause. "Although you could ask why anything is here, I guess, us included."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I believe you're right." Susan turns a page. "Whoever completed this hasn't the faintest idea how fractions work."

[sporesprouter]

"Well, I'm sure they're good at something to make up for it, at least."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Oh, surely." Susan sets the binder aside. "What are you knitting?"

[sporesprouter]

"Oh, a pair of gloves. They're for Galahad. We switched places when that happened, and I found out his fingers tended to get cold, so I thought I'd, well... do this, I suppose."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"That's very thoughtful," Susan says, pulling a broken tin toy from the box and setting it on top of the binder. She offers: "I switched with Thomas."

[sporesprouter]

"It really was such a terribly awkward event, wasn't it?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Oh, very," says Susan. She thinks for a moment. Lancelot isn't a secret, though she shan't share Lancelot's personal business and traumatic neuroses with anyone. Still, she might as well admit - "More for Thomas than me, I think. He woke up next to Lancelot." A pause. "Did you wake up with Claudius, then? If you were Galahad?"

[sporesprouter]

Tress is only barely acquainted with Lancelot but she very much understands that awkwardness. "Oh, goodness." She shakes her head, though, at the question. "I thought I had, at first, but Claudius had also switched, so I woke up with Aziraphale in Claudius' body."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"My condolences."

[sporesprouter]

She shrugs. "It was... well, after everything got sorted out, it was fine."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"At least it's all behind us."

[sporesprouter]

"And thank goodness for that. Hopefully whatever comes next is a little less... embarrassing."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan latches onto this topic. "What do you suppose it shall be?" she asks. "The next thing, I mean. I think we haven't a hope of guessing, in truth, but I also expect it might lessen the sting to make a betting pool of it."