"Too aggressive."

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony?

"Better, but I want something darker and less energetic."

How about cello with layered, whisper-singing voices across it?

"Better! That'll do for now."

She picks up the orange and starts peeling it, looking down at the beading kit as she does. 

Gosh, it's been ages since she last beaded. 

She gets the peel off (the bowers vanishes it) and removes the pith from the center (likewise) and takes a segment of the orange and pops it in her mouth and chews thoughtfully.

She sits down at the console and opens the plastic beading kit with her free hand.

Rows and rows of semitransparent beads sparkle up at her, each about the size of a fingernail. 

She carefully extracts one and holds it up to the light.

Its facets sparkle with inner fire.

Thhhhhaaaaaaat's not glass. 

None of this is glass. 

These are all precious stones. 

It's a good thing she's already sitting down.

She could make some very nice jewelry for herself. It's almost a shame to use elastic with this...

... But then, it's the Bowers. She can be a little ridiculous.

She unspools a little of the elastic, and carefully starts threading pink beads onto it. What is this, pink topaz? Pink sapphire? It has a deep rose color that accents her hair nicely. 

She intersperses it with black onyx, two beads pink one bead black, on like that around the whole length of the bracelet. It's 24 beads around her wrist, right? Well, worry about that when she's done enough groups to reach the end. 

Time passes as the beads click together. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. The process is very fiddly and requires almost all her concentration.

... but eventually, twenty-four beads are strung onto the piece of black elastic.

She tests it against her wrist for fit, carefully holding together the disparate ends. Yeah, twenty-four is still right. 

She snips off the spool end of the elastic, and ties a reef knot between the two ends of the strung bracelet. Then she sets it down on the pad of paper. 

Now the worst part, dealing with the superglue. The little disposable tubes you screw down the top on to pierce are worse than jar lids, she swears. 

Wait, this is the Bowers.

She holds up one of the little disposable tubes. "Start this for me, please?" 

The top twists sharply.

"Thank you!" 

And she presses the applicator tip to the knot, and carefully superglues it closed.

Then she carefully closes the kit, packs away all the pieces - 

What to do about the little disposable tube. Hm. 

She pushes it away slightly. 

The Bowers takes the hint and vanishes it.

No superglue on the table? That's what the pad is for but she checks just in case. She's never superglued a bracelet to a table yet but there's always a first time. 

Yeah, nothing. 

The superglue should be mostly dry now. Just to be sure she waits a minute or so. 

Then she slips on her new bracelet with a smile. 

It's a shame she'll have to give it back at the end of her stay... Ah well. For now, it's beautiful and hers and so good. 

She kind of wants to show it off to someone...

Hmmmmmmmm.