How Green Becomes Wood

Xander snickered at that. "All you have to do is be more influential in matters of sleeping feet than her mother," he pointed out with a smirk.

"Good luck with that!" Alec grinned.
 
"Thank you," Ciara said calmly, hiding her confusion well. She'd somewhat forgotten how all of this had started in the first place.

"I tried knitting a couple of times," Alec reported. "I ended up tying my fingers together."

"That was a mess. I had to cut him loose," Xander grumbled.

"I can do a decent macrame, though."
 
Ivy wiggled back up to stand in Daizi's lap, putting her arms around her mother's neck, deciding she had been ignored for much too long, "Mama!!!"

"Yes, habibti?" Daizi asked, and then moved slightly back in surprise when Ivy suddenly gave her a big kiss on the cheek before saying, "Mama loves you too, Ivy-Qadira." Then, Ivy climbed off Daizi's lap and went behind her, acting like she was trying to climb up on Daizi's back. This, Daizi attempted to prevent since it seemed wholly inappropriate on somebody else's couch, especially on someone like Ciara's, but she couldn't quite reach. Noticing this, Dark leaned over and scooped Ivy up and held her under one arm more or less like a football, which made Ivy giggle her head off, but kept her contained.

"I've thought about trying knitting before," Daizi said, "and Alec bought me a loom for Christmas. I try it occasionally, but I get twisted around, although not as badly as he did, it seems."

"You are still very new at it," Dark replied, flipping Ivy upside-down.
 
Ciara watched Ivy scramble around with some trepidation. It was not her couch she was worried about, but rather Ivy falling or Ivy hurting Daizi or both. Then Dark captured her, and she seemed happy enough to have been caught. Ciara relaxed a little, trusting her parents knew what they were doing. "It can be difficult to pick up knitting without someone to lead your fingers for a bit. I am not much of a teacher, but I could try to show you the basics, if you desire."
 
"I can understand that," Ciara said with a nod.

"Can I learn, too?" Alec asked hopefully.

Ciara paused, thinking about needing to cut him out of a yarn prison. "We'll see."

Alec grinned. "That's okay if the answer's no. I have so many projects already."
 
"Since I was a little girl, but I have had many long breaks, so I am not certain how long I would have been actually knitting," Ciara replied. "I suppose long enough that I am quite comfortable with the basics and a few more advanced things, but I still have much to learn. My grandmother would knit entire sweaters while watching her shows on television, hardly glancing down."
 
"That's very impressive," Daizi replied, feeling genuinely amazed at how much skill it woukd take.

"Has anyone you know ever fallen victim to The Sweater Curse?" Dark asked, taking a sip of his drink and eyeing Ciara curiously.
 
Ciara stared at him for a long, long moment. "I find that idea to be highly illogical," she finally said. "Setting aside the improbability of creating an article of clothing being tied to a relationship, would it not be that the expression of dedication and affection in physical form not strengthen a relationship?"
 
"You have to think about the time it takes to make the sweater," Dark replied easily, sitting back and setting Ivy down in his lap, "Much can occur in those months. And it is quite the intimate, dedicated gift. Imagine receiving such a thing from someone you did not realize your relationship was quite so serious with? Or if you spend that time making it and the person you gifted it to ultimately does not wear it?"
 
Ciara saw zero reason to continue with such a ridiculous idea. The entire thing was ludicrous, and she could not tell if Dark was any level of serious. Was it all a joke? Did he partially believe it? Or was he completely serious? She could not tell, and it ultimately did not matter. "Then I shall ensure not to make any sweaters for anyone with whom I enjoy a companionship," she said simply in a tone that did not convey whether or not she was taking any of this seriously. "Daizi, what is it you would like to attempt to make with your knitting skills?"
 
"It may be for the best," Dark replied. Frankly, he didn't really believe the sweater had anything to do with it, but he enjoyed anything which could be cursed.

Turning her face to Ciara, Daizi carefully considered it, torn between two answers. This was Ciara she should be talking to, so she should be careful, especially with how she had just responded.

Yet. After a brief battle, which was clear on her face as she tried to fight it away, she lost and her crooked grin broke out over her face as she answered, "A sweater."
 
Ciara took this in stride. "A rather large first project if you intend to make it for your lover, but if you make it for your smallest child, it might be appropriate."

"Oh no, Mama, you're going to lose Ivy," Alec grinned.
 
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