"Oh, lots of things," he says, waving a hand, "many of them silly."

"Like what?"

"Ludicrous speculation about your abilities, ludicrous speculation about your origins..."

"I started existing out in the garden by the greenhouse," Amber says. "I can do glass things and wood things and crochet."

"Crochet?"

He takes off his shawl-scarf and holds it up. "Crochet!"

"Huh. So, uh, is that just normal crocheting, or...?"

"I taught him. He doesn't have magic crochet powers," the servant who's been showing him around says.

"Oh, no, I don't have magical crochet powers," agrees Amber. "I guess I could if there were yarn made of plants."

"...There is, actually. Cotton."

"Oh. I could do stuff with that."

"Neat. I'll find you some cotton yarn."

Grin.

She grins back and finishes off her lunch.

Lunch nom nom.

"Do you want to go back to the library or help me look for cotton yarn?"

"I don't know where to find cotton yarn."

"If I bring you where there is yarn, will you be able to sense the ones that are cotton?"

"Oh, I guess so."

"But I can find them the long way if you'd rather go back to the library."

"I'll go with you."

She leads him to a room full of bins of yarn.

He looks for plant yarns.

There are some! A few different kinds, even.

He collects them all up and picks some out.

"Oh, that one's linen, and that one's hemp, I forgot about those," she diagnoses.