"You would know better than me," she admits without shame. "My magic tends more toward the dramatic and flashy, so any magic I might do with yarn would be limited to the kind of honor reserved for skillful execution of the mundane." She shrugs.

"If I can find you after this," and she motions outward, indicating the arena in the broad but inadequate scope, "then I might have to bug you for patterns or where to find good quality yarn."