Status Updates From The Knitting Station

“She stood and yelled, ‘Knitters! Close combat tactics!’ The knitters launched their attack”

“Do you honestly think a bunch of old women have poisoned you?” [referring to the knitting crew specifically]

“They’d entered a glade of silver birches, their leaves turning autumnal, a light breeze causing them to shimmer between a delicate green and gold, reminding Hannah of a perfect single malt.”