The morning after the Bellparty (Safesun time), Kerron arrives at Isle Esme in response to Elspeth's invitation and starts looking for his uncloid. He comes bearing a little box of danishes.
Kerron picks up another couple of squares and threads and knots another needle, and waits. "You'll want to nudge the fold in the thread around the eye up some, or you'll be stitching in double the thread," he points out after a while.
Once running stitch has been subdued, Kerron covers backstitch in much the same vein, then blanket stitch, and then:
"And that's pretty much what I know. That and that you can turn things inside out to hide seams. Apply to my sister Aedyt - or the Princess, I guess, she knows how to do most everything - for complicated advanced sewing, tailoring, quilting, etcetera."
He doesn't specifically plan to, but then, apparently he just doesn't specifically plan things.
"I think the other massively likely hobby is cooking, but that one I don't know the first thing about, I mostly live off bubbly."
"Well, there's lots of stuff to try. I'm picking up windsurfing. Already knew how to regular-surf, it's a little different."
"You get a surfboard, you stick a sail on it," says Kerron, "you go out when it's windy."
"Yeah! Sort of like sailing except you don't have to fuss with maintaining an entire boat."
"I live in Safesun, which is one of the imperial capitals but has a large permanent population of mostly hybrids," Kerron adds. "It's on a beach in Florida. I moved there with Brandon - he's the Princess's cousin, if you take all the ostensible adoptive relationships in the coven at face value - when I turned five."
"Well, we don't stop growing altogether till we're seven. And the superhuman memory helps with the picking up enough life skills thing."
"Wolves do it differently. They work like humans till they activate, when they're about your age - and then they take less than six months to look twenty-five. Is that more or less strange? Same amount of strange?"