He thinks for a moment before answering.

"Most people don't know I'm good enough at magic to.  It's kind of a secret," he settles on.

"Okay. Nobody has to know she was ever a teapot."

"Thanks."  They're out of the store and heading back to the entrance.  "It'll be nice for you to meet the Tals even if I'm wrong about who bought the yarn; they're . . . I can't actually think of a description that fits both of them well.  But you should meet more people around here anyway besides just, uh, me."

"Uh-huh! Since it seems like I live here now."

"It does."  Walking walking.  They go through several tent flaps and two things which are not those at all; they look a bit more like conventional doorways, though rounder.  The first one takes them to a big hub area with lots of those and the second to a tent that looks more like the other places she's been in, though it's nighttime there.  One of the tents they go through is snowing.  The flakes are tangible but merely pleasantly crisp, temperature-wise.

After not too terribly long, they come to another tent with smaller ones scattered across it, like the one Aiu's home is in.  He approaches one with lacelike black-on-black embroidery and rings a bell, which, being fabric, is silent.

After a moment, someone opens the flap.  "Hello?  - Hi, Aiu, nice to see you.  Who's this?"

"Hi, I'm Rabka!"

"Nice to meet you.  Whatcha here for?"

"We were wondering if Emira was in and up."

"I think she is."  She absently scoops up a cat as it contemplates slipping outside.  "Care to come in or should I see if I can grab her?"

"Coming in would be nice, thank you."

"Sure."  She holds the tent flap for them and goes off to the next room, gesturing at some chairs they could sit in on her way.  The interior is less uniformly black than the outside, though it's still not in very bold colors.  This room's done in a pale purple, far too much on the gray side to be considered pastel.  There are lots of strange knickknacks on the shelves standing around the room.  The chairs, when sat in, seem likely to be magically nice to sit on, but not in a very cozy way.  They're more . . . secure, or stable, than traditionally comfortable.

An interesting choice but Rabka's not complaining. The baby fusses and Rabka feeds her.

Someone comes and offers them a tray of snacks.  She passes for human at first, but when she gets close enough it becomes clear that her skin is fabric and her hair is made of a few varieties of chunky textured yarn, mostly dark but with streaks of bold purple.  There are black stitches on her neck and arms in a few places, though they seem to be decorative rather than structural.  Her shirt has a short block of text embroidered on the side of her chest in bright red.

Gives new meaning to "embroidered", doesn't it. "Hi." Mmm snacks.

"Uhhhh.  Hi."

"I'm Rabka, what's your name?"

"Uh, Quinn."

"Hi Quinn, it's nice to meet you. Thanks for the food."

"Yeah."  She sets the food and walks off.

"Thanks, Quinn!" Aiu calls after her in between bites of snack.

And after a moment, a very pale teenager or preteen walks into the room, followed by the woman who greeted them at the door, and perches on a stool in the corner.

"Hi!  Oh, so, Rabka, this is Piae," which he pronounces like 'P. A.', "and Emira," which he pronounces like 'Emira'.  "Piae, Emira; Rabka."

She nods a subdued greeting.

"It's nice to meet you," says Rabka again.