â Iâm pretty, but I ainât dumb. â
âI never said anythinâ of tha sort, darlinâ. Whaddya take me for, a Prince?â
ticktockmenace
âThank ya.â He wet the thread to make sure it would stay together, slipping it through the eye of the needle and tying it off as sheâd demonstrated, humming to himself softly. He continued the stitching sheâd started, keeping it as even as he could to what sheâd done already.
âLike this, yeah?â
âYes, just like that. Keep in mind different fabrics will act differently. For things like leather youâll need a stronger and sturdier needle so it wonât rip or break. Somewhere in my old things you could actually take a few of those sewing supplies, a sewing machine and what not to make it faster.â She suggested. Evie wasnât staying on the Isle and therefore she didnât need it anymore, as much as she wasnât fond of Harry, he took care of lots of other kids on the Isle, giving them a better shot then they were on their own.
Harry grinned, nodding.
"A' course. Thank ya fer the advice." He snips the thread, handing her needle and the excess thread back.
"I'll make sure ta check tha' out sometime." He could use the extra supplies, Jonas had lost another scarf and was complaining to anyone who would listen (only Harry) about it.












