12-14-2020, 09:05 PM
Mince laid some of the bones Jocelyn had set out on a piece of the quilted fabric, tracing a wider outline around them mentally. ’You’re welcome. I’ve certainly got them to spare! I’d think our plush creatures will make a nice companion, too; it’s lonely living alone. Even just a friendly face is nicer.’ What did they need now? Scissors, a needle, and thread, primarily. They rifled through the materials on the nearest table before returning to Jocelyn, handing her an extra set of the scissors.