The corners of her mouth bobbed upwards, buoyed on the equal tides of egotism and altruism. "Of course." That was, after all, why she'd unraveled her progress as soon as it had been made.

She moved slowly, making the loops larger than they needed to be, until she'd made two dozen stitches. "This is a good length." Her grin did not grow in the slightest, except in the confines of her own mind. "For killing ogres and netting the grist, or for a scarf." She added a second row, still moving at glacial speed.

"Do trolls have hobbies?"