"I can't really read."

"Oh.  Well, it's just some kid who doesn't have grammar all the way down yet, not anything about your sorts of places."

"Huh, interesting. And I can get a map this way?"

"Probably!  They might rely a lot on words, though.  Let me do a little digging around."  With another gesture, the fabric softens again and gets replaced in the pocket.  Aiu pulls out and looks at a few more things, all in the same color scheme and most of them in list format, before asking, "If I tell you what to get, do you want to try pulling it out yourself?"

"You'll have to tell me what to do besides reaching in and grabbing but sure!"

"That's most of it, plus intending for it to be a certain thing when it comes out.  If you're searching for something you aren't sure exists it can get kind of complicated, but in this case you really just have to want - " he checks the rectangle - "'Zenmenvork Je's map of Ganza, Flannel contents'.  And as long as you have an idea of 'that thing Aiu just said', it doesn't matter whether you remember the words perfectly."  He replaces the cloth in the pocket.

"Oh, good, because I don't think I remember the first word at all." She reaches in.

Blank fabric comes out!

" - Huh."

"What'd I do wrong?"

"I don't know!  Try it again?  - Maybe you need to have more faith; magic doesn't work just because you believe it will but it never does if you don't have enough confidence in it.  That only applies when making items as far as I've ever heard, not using ones that already exist, but maybe since you're from far away . . ."

"I mean, I saw you do it, it worked for you." She tries again.

Blank.  "More faith in yourself, maybe?  - Or it could just not exist; I didn't try it."  He takes the fabric back, replaces it, pulls out a map of nested ovals.

"Maybe the magic made me unable to use embroidered pockets. But the sandwich worked."

"The sandwich did work.  Strange."

She tries a couple more times.

Nothing.

"Hmm.  - Oh, of course!  The sandwich wrap just makes a sandwich when it's in a certain position; it would still work even if the wind blew it that way.  I wonder if you'd be able to operate something that needs a person but that you don't have to think at to use.  But probably you want me to get started on the tea cozy instead of testing that right now."

"I would really appreciate the tea cozy." She pats her teapot child.

"I'll get started on it.  But I should show you around a little first - I guess you wouldn't know about interrupting seamsters.  It's hard to interrupt people who are working on a big sewing project, and unpleasant for them, and you should avoid it when you can."

"Okay, I won't bother people who are sewing."

"You can if it's important!  And should.  It's only that, well, I'll be doing a day's worth of work in an hour for several hours, without needing to eat or rest during that time, and it kind of catches up with you once you stop.  So we should make sure that you're set up to be okay on your own for a while before I start."

"Okay. I know where to get food and water, I guess I should know where to sleep? Where to pee?"

"Yep.  The bathroom's this way."  He walks to a curtained-off area and describes how to use the appliances therein.  "And you can sleep in my hammock, over in this room; I have some pretty comfortable rugs I could curl up on if I finish while you're asleep.  You dim the light like this," he demonstrates, working a slider on the base of a flameless lantern.

"Cool! Thank you so much."

"You're welcome!  Do you need anything to not be bored?  Pointing you at my bookshelf wouldn't help very much . . ."

"Will singing bother you while you sew?"