"I'm not sure. Are there more windows I could color?"

"Yeah, a few," she says, and leads him there.

He colors them! In one he represents part of the garden beyond.

"Nice."

He beams.

"I would never have thought of doing that."

"I got the idea from the rose you crocheted."

She beams at him.

He giggles.

She runs her fingers over the glass admiringly.

"I might redo them, if these are the only windows I'm supposed to do."

"What about glass stuff that isn't windows?"

"I could do that too. Is there some I should turn colors?"

"Probably more of it than of windows."

"Do we need to ask the majordomo again?"

"Nah."

"Where do we go?"

"We could start with my room, I have some clear glass stuff."

"Okay."

She leads him to her room. She has some clear glass drinking vessels.

He turns them pretty colors!

She beams at him.

He beams right back. "I think I like this even more than crochet or chain mail."

"Oh, cool."

"If I run out of glass things is there a way to get more?"