"There having been a lot of spit on your face can also feel bad.  ...There are also germ considerations but based on how you reacted it kind of seemed like maybe those haven't mattered to you."

"I am not a human and germs do not live in these. I almost said germs do not live in me but of course they do because you probably have some and you're in me."

"...Yeah.  If germs can live on, uh, 'these', I'm kind of worried that some of mine could get somewhere and grow into something that could hurt me even if you're entirely safe from them."

"I do wash these! I just do not do it for germ reasons usually. Do you want me to send you a freshly washed one to talk to when I have one of those?"

"How often do you do that?"

"Usually right before one goes to sleep."

"If that happens close to once per day - per Earth day - then I'm not really worried."

"These sleep about once an Earth day each, yes."

"What sort of accommodations do you have for that?"

"...I have them all sleep at different times."

"Did you wake them all up for this?  - But I meant, like, do you have beds."

"No, two are asleep right now, and no, I do not have furniture."

"...Oh boy.  Food often tastes worse as it comes to room temperature, you could have the awake ones eat the extra two plates since, again, we have infinite free food and I can get fresh ones when they wake up."  Oh, he has infinite free food and he doesn't actually need to keep eating this cold fish once it gets unpleasant enough.  "And I think we also have infinite free fabric, so I guess I should just print up - some furs, maybe, even if I can't make a magic hammock just yet."

"I'm not sure how to mount a magic hammock to my ceiling."

"If I were really a seamster I could do it by magic.  I guess if I'm stuck here a long time I will probably become really-a-seamster."  He gets up and goes over to peer at the fabricator.

"What is a seamster?"

"Somebody powerful enough at sewing magic that that's kind of the main thing they do with their life.  ...I was pretty surprised when magic turned out to be all about sewing.  Not more than magic existing at all, but no one expected it to be focused on that even if it somehow turned out to be real.  So, if you think that's weird, just know that all of Earth also did."

"Food is not sewing. So the magic is not about sewing but it is done by sewing?"

"Yes, that's what I meant.  It can do all sorts of things; there are sewn healing items, sewn communication devices, sewn people...  Pretty much everyone on the sewing-people planet lives in these tents that are bigger on the inside, all nested inside each other.  I think a lot of them still think metal and electricity is magic for us, because we use it for so much and they use sewing for everything.  - Maybe not a lot of them, but at least one who went on TV said that."

"Sewn people!"

"Sewn people," he agrees.  "I meant mannequins, fabric skin and all, but actually I'm also kind of a sewn person too."  He shrugs off his jacket and pulls up the sleeve of his T-shirt to show the segment of embroidered branch running down his upper arm.  After a moment the leaves start swaying, and the buds progress to open white flowers and then back to closed pods and - he stops the animation and lightly scratches at his arm.

"I am not otherwise aware of a human culture that sews people in that way!"

"Seems a lot worse if you're not magically keeping them uninfected, even if you wanted one without it giving you magic."

"That might be part of the reason! Though some cultures do some things that can cause infections pretty readily."

Shrug.  - Right, he should do the thing that his tattoo enables him to.  Hopefully this works about the same as the cornucopia.  He wants... ten yards... of the plushest fur he can imagine, in......silver with a darker undercoat.  Go.

And it goes, feeding out of the slot in the fabricator rather than appearing all at once.  Beau tries to keep most of it from touching the floor even though he realizes halfway through that he's planning to use it as a chair.