It's Mine!

"Alright there, Haze?"

"I suppose, Lady Lora. I just can't seem to get this pattern - if I have to undo my work any more, I'll probably have to use another piece of fabric."

She held up the stick-studded scrap of snakemeat, smoothed into a pliable material, as proof.

Lora scratched her chin, fingers twitchy. "Well, that's not so bad, is it? The point is that you had fun."

"Fun? But...it's wasting supplies." Never mind that mistakes took all the fun out...

"Really? You think I don't know Aspar remains when I see them?"

Right. "They certainly don't taste good..."