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Does anyone know how to knit?

Or, alternatively, does anyone volunteer to be the recipient of some awful beginner scarves and mittens or whatever under the assumption that I fill that first position.

I'm thinking it's about time for me to pick up a new hobby. Something that doesn't involve beating people up.

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My time's hard to promise. Realistically, this isn't going to be my highest priority. There's missions, and there's staying in shape.

But, I wouldn't bring it up if I didn't intend to give it an honest shot. I'm not sure how many hours a day that looks like.

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[ The moment Jake reads Natasha's second sentence, the video feed is on and Jake has a paw raised in the universal gesture of say no more. ]

Ah ah ah--[ He counters, flicking away the text. ] You had me at isn't going to be my highest priority. I just had to make sure you weren't gonna go all Type-A intense on me.

[ It's been known to happen, with hobbies. ]

Meet me in the common area in fifteen minutes. [ There's a beat of pause before Jake shrugs. ] Or, like, whenever. I'm gonna be in there all day prolly.

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[Natasha switches in kind, preferring to be reciprocal.]

When I get there, you'll have to tell me why you thought I might be.

[Is it the running? Or just, you know, everything?

Does Natasha feel like someone who doesn't take not being good at something well?

He might be onto something.]

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[ Hm, yeah, it sure is a mystery. ]

Haha yeah, no dice. We'll talk once you level up to the worsted weight class. [ Is that is a real promise or yet another tortured knitting pun? Answer: yes. ] Stop off at the kitchen and grab a pair of chopsticks on your way here. Make sure they're the kind with the pointy ends and plain wood. Don't bother with the ones that have that high-tech food gripping biz on the tips, they'll snag the yarn.

[ In this case, high-tech apparently means a very slight amount of texture. ]

Oh and hey, while you're in there, grab me some yogurt from the fridge. Only if they've got blue flavor, though. If they're out, just throw together a sandwich or something. Doesn't gotta be fancy, whatever's easy.

[ You might thin he's done, but no. He's still talking. In fact, he's leaning closer to the "screen" in a conspiring way. ]

Actually, scratch the sandwich. Somebody made some sick dill hummus last week. I've been skimming off the top of that sucker and stashing it way in the back of the vegetable drawer under some past-prime carrots. You bring it here, I'll cut you in for a percentage. Let's say... 70/30. Deal?

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Just to make sure I have this straight, you're offering to teach me to knit and the only thing you want in return is to entangle me in your food smuggling conspiracies?

[Natasha's voice is balanced, dry and arch, an amused light in her eye.]

Because you do know I'd have done that for free.

🎀 baby wrap up, 'cuz i love them

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[ And there was Jake's grin, broadening right on cue. He kicks back on the couch, stretching an arm down through a few corridors back to his room to fetch a ball of yarn. ]

Heh, that's my girl.