The world has gone mad today and good's bad today,and black's white today, and day's night today

[crabulous]

WHO: Grandma Zoidberg, Grandbaby Nill, Little Friend Calvin!
WHERE: Zoidberg's "warehome" a.k.a. Hood's warehouse
WHEN: Backdated to January 2nd, afternoon
WARNINGS: NONE!
SUMMARY: Zoidberg invites Calvin to join his knitting circle.
FORMAT: Quick?

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[brevipennate]

[Nill herself arrives shortly after the hot chocolate is ready, carrying a little sewing basket that she'd gotten right after she had come to the City. It wasn't too heavy yet, but she felt that once she had knitted something, it would weight a bit more.

She pushed open the warehouse door warily, and then, seeing Zoidberg, she inched her way inside with a smile and a wave.]

[crabulous]

[Zoidberg scuttles over to the door, waving back. Bingo is right on his heels, curious about the commotion.]

Hello, little Nill! How are you today?

[more_surreal]

[Calvin arrives soon after Nill, poking his head in the door cautiously because this really doesn't look like the kind of place an alien would live]

Hello? Zoidberg?

[crabulous]

Hello, Calvin! Please come inside!

[He scuttles out of the way, readying the refreshments.]

Nill, have you met Calvin? He's a very good friend of mine!

[brevipennate]

[Nill had not, in fact, met Calvin. She turns around to look at him, and... well okay, he's a very small boy. That isn't frightening at all. Her wings flutter a bit and she offers a little wave and a smile.]

[more_surreal]

You're Nill? [Calvin steps inside, frowning.] You're a girl. With wings. Zoidberg, is she your friend?

[crabulous]

Of course she is! Nill is my most prized pupil. [He offers them both a mug of hot chocolate.] She's a natural in the textile arts!

[more_surreal]

A natural? [He's still looking quizzical but he takes his coat off, dumping it on the floor before he takes the hot chocolate. Nill looks young but she's still much older than Calvin, which keeps her from fully tripping his cootie senses. Also, the wings are kinda neat] Hey, there's cake! [And then Calvin makes a beeline for the coffee table.]

[brevipennate]

[Nill smiles at the little boy; he isn't frightening at all, which is a good thing. She takes the hot chocolate and wanders her way towards the cake as well. It looks really tasty, and she's a bit hungry.]

[more_surreal]

[Calvin takes a seat and immediately pulls the cake towards himself he gets first bite Nill how do you like it. He slurps his hot chocolate- it's good!- and then talks to Zoidberg with his mouth full.]

So what are we knitting? How do I knit?

[crabulous]

[Zoidberg looks as proud as a grandmother, scuttling over to join them at the table. He rummages through his knitting basket and presents Calvin with a set of plastic needles.]

I find it's most advisable if we start simple. A scarf, perhaps? [He looks to Nill, to see if she agrees.] Or maybe a pot holder. Now, which color to start? I have a rainbow to choose from.

[Personally, Zoidberg likes the bold magenta he used for Hood's new winter hat, but that's just him.]

[brevipennate]

[She allows Calvin to have the first bite but only because he is so small and she has enough cake at home anyway. She reaches over to take a small chunk of the pastry and pops it in her mouth just as Zoidberg turns to her. She nods; a scarf sounds good. She'd been working on one herself. It was green and yellow.]

[more_surreal]

[Chewing enthusiastically- this is great cake!- Calvin grabs some magenta wool in one hand, a needle in another, and then... stares at them for a moment before experimentally shoving the needle into the wool he has no idea.]

Is there an instruction manual for this stuff or anything?

[crabulous]

[Zoidberg coos at the boy, plopping down beside him on the sofa, taking up his own set of needles.]

First we cast on. Like this, it is.

[He demonstrates, somehow. How a lobster ever mastered this is unknown. But he has, and he demonstrates a few times.]

And through the loop, and yes, there you are.

[brevipennate]

[After finishing off another bite of cake, Nill takes a seat across from the two and pulls out her own knitting from her basket. She shrugs off her coat and then spreads the unfinished scarf across her lap. It is the brightest shade of yellow you have ever seen along with a mild green. Girl knows how to pick her colors.]

[more_surreal]

[Calvin sees those colours and is instantly wrought with scarf envy he must do better. After some struggling and fumbling, he gets his wool cast and through the loop.]

Okay, I've got it! Now what? I want to make a scarf. How do I make a scarf?