"Right," Eliot said at the top of class. They were back in the classroom today, with a video projection screen lowered over the whiteboard, and balls of yarn everywhere.

And cats. There were a lot of cats. That wasn't Eliot's fault. They were those weird little hairless buggers, too. At least they were hypoallergenic?

"Please ignore the cats," Eliot said, eying the one who was currently rubbing cheerfully at his shin with its face. "I dunno, I'm guessin' it's a yarn thing. Unless Wonka decided to have his kids work with catnip." He shook his head and pulled out a remote. "So I tried to work out a way that this class wasn't gonna end up bein' me throwin' materials at you and making you watch YouTube videos but -- I couldn't. Watchin' YouTube videos over and over might actually be the best way to learn this crap." No, seriously, trying to learn with books had netted him a seven foot long, extremely poorly crafted scarf. He was not going to make you all go through that with him. "Today we're knitting. Some people find it soothing. I dunno, that's not really my thing but -- sure. If you already know the basics of knitting, I did manage to find some guides for different patterns if you wanna try 'em. If you're already a pro at knitting lace then -- take a nap or something. The rest of ya are making scarves." He looked for Peridot. "That's an 'appearance modifier' that you wrap around your neck. Gently, if you're one of those folks that has to breath." Peridot, you made Eliot question literally every assumption he'd ever made. Good job! "So. Grab some yarn, grab some needles, and try not to get mauled by cats."