"Then I should watch you and try it once you've finished."

"Okay. Where do you get canvas?"

"There might be some here already."  He rummages and comes up with about half a yard.

"I'd need, like, the thread - I guess I can make this work maybe -" She starts fiddling with it, trying to nudge fibers apart till she gets latch hook sized holes between.

Thread is rather in abundance; she can take her pick.

If there is glue, too, she can through a combination of weaving and stickiness get appropriately spaced canvas fibers to stay in a grid, and then cut up some yarn in a pretty color and start latch-hooking it on once the glue is dry.

There's less glue than thread, but enough for her to work with.

"- I don't expect that will work with holes and yarn of those sizes," he determines.  "You can try it, or I could go find some very thick yarn."

"Why wouldn't it work like this?"

"It's just an instinct, but - I think the yarn and the holes have to be close enough in size that the yarn would stay in them even if you didn't knot it.  Otherwise it doesn't seem very much like sewing."

"Huh. I could probably still fit the latch-hook in a finer grid, but not that much finer."

"And will thicker yarn fit on the hook?"

"Yeah, as long as it's not huge."

"Would you like to stay here or go with me to find some?"

"I'll come! It'll be easier if you have something I can use as a sling for the baby."

A sling can be arranged, and then they can go outside.  It's a different color scheme there now, dominantly soft blues with darker greys fading towards the exit.

"It changed color! I wonder what would happen if you embroidered something with my hair..."

"It would be interesting to see.  Do you control it, or does it all happen on its own?"

"All on its own. If it's moving around it changes more? So if I shake my head it'll go through colors faster, but I don't pick which ones."

"Have you noticed whether it keeps doing that after it falls out?"

"No, I've only had it a couple days."

"Reasonable."

"I don't wanna yank a lotta hair out but I could pull one." She does. It keeps changing color.

"I can keep ahold of that, if you'd like me to try out something later."

"Sure!" She hands it over.

He pockets it on the opposite hip from his innernet one.