"That's more than I could make with just what I have. But maybe I can go back to Terraria, and if I do I'll pick up more dyes to make dragonscale dyes with."

"I mean, you have some of them. There's gold and copper and stuff."

"I think even those might turn out a little bit different. The Reflective Metal Dye doesn't match your hair just so, but the Jet Dragonscale Dye - that's what it called itself - turned out exactly like the scale. I think if I made a Gold Dragonscale Dye it would look more like a gold dragon and less like a shiny gold-coloured mirror."

"I guess. If you made it out of one of my scales would stuff you dyed rust?"

"I don't think so, if it wasn't going to already. Dyeing things doesn't change what they are, in general, just what they look like."

Rithka nods. "What if you made dye out of a rusty scale? Then you might need more than thirty."

"I don't know what a rusty scale dye would turn out like. It might just make whatever dye it was going to make without the rust. Or it could turn out rusted. I'll bring lots extra, anyway, if I get to go collect more dyes."

"Yeah! And you can make them of all kinds of things! Like - like - pretty birds. And gemstones that don't have dragon kinds. And stuff."

"That would be fun."

"Yeah! And if you get lots of extras you could sell Daddy bottles of dye and he could dye anything."

"I'm not sure if the bottles work for people who aren't - properly Terrarian," muses Sable. "Do you want to try dyeing some beads, to find out?"

"Yeah!"

"It should sort of - say," she says. "If it doesn't, then I don't think you can use it. When I pick up a bottle of dye it kind of 'tells' me what the name of its colour is and what things it can dye and how to do it."

Rithka tries shaking the dye, and then holding it up to her ear. She sighs and frowns and sulks.

"It's okay, I can still dye stuff for you," says Sable. She starts putting bottles neatly back into her dye box. The thwarted bowl gets one of the split colours, and at first it looks like they were all dyed plain brown, but she stirs her hand through the beads and it turns out that each one was dyed so that exactly its top half became brown and exactly its bottom half became silver, whichever orientation it happened to be in at the time.

Rithka does stop pouting at the pretty new beads.

"...Where are you going to put all of these things once you have pretty beads in them?" she wonders.

"In my room! And then I'll sew the beads."

"Is there room in your room for all these things?"

"...If I put some of them on the bed and just be small to sleep yes!"