There was something about the way Skulduggery replied that grated on the Once-ler's already somewhat frayed nerves. Normally he wouldn't have been bothered by it, but the possibility that he had lost the last Truffula seed, his one hope of fixing what he had ruined, had left him in a fractured state.
"I had to learn knitting somehow," he answered, the sharp edge in his voice slightly more pronounced. "Unless you think I was born with a pair of needles in my hands?" And now they were back on the long green gloves. For some reason Skulduggery seemed to focus on that.
"No, I didn't buy them in a store. An emerald green formal ensemble is kind of hard to come by when black suits are the standard." The Once-ler spoke drily, still watching the other man. He wanted to figure out what he was going to do about the Truffula seed, not discuss clothing with this man!
The sooner they stopped dancing around the point, the better. "What are you getting at?"
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"I had to learn knitting somehow," he answered, the sharp edge in his voice slightly more pronounced. "Unless you think I was born with a pair of needles in my hands?" And now they were back on the long green gloves. For some reason Skulduggery seemed to focus on that.
"No, I didn't buy them in a store. An emerald green formal ensemble is kind of hard to come by when black suits are the standard." The Once-ler spoke drily, still watching the other man. He wanted to figure out what he was going to do about the Truffula seed, not discuss clothing with this man!
The sooner they stopped dancing around the point, the better. "What are you getting at?"