She didn't need sight to answer that question, aside from the mundane vision required to pick up a skein of yarn in the appropriate shade of pink and shake it so some of it unraveled in front of him.

"I don't see why not. You might not be able to weaponize them, due to the restrictions we labor under, but one scarf of maternal affection should be well within your capabilities."

Oops. That wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to think about her mother doing, not even in the service of elocutionary retribution. She picked up a larger gauge of needles, and handed them to Gamzee. "Pick a color, and we'll get started."