The work was dropped and Chéri followed that with sorry eyes. Was it ruined? They didn’t realised at all they were being stared at. Too used to it, probably. Chéri was now dressed in very generic clothes, stuff he had borrowed from the diamond pony while their very fine suit were being cleaned and saved for when there was money to be made. Chéri smiled back in their disarmingly warm way and stared, without any same.

Chéri pointed their fingers at the knitting work and said “Pretty.” That word they knew, then blinked. They made a few movements with their hands “How?” They wanted to learn?