A button was considering a move. It was the ‘cast off your
shackles and go diving’ sort of move.
I simply could not afford to tolerate this rebellion in such
a vital province. (It was a button I
could sorely afford to lose.)
It was then that I realised my grave pressing issue – my
sewing kit and box of (spares that came with clothes etc.) buttons is safely
ensconced in that temperamental
wardrobe. Perfectly safe and completely out of my reach. (Fearghal, I don’t
care how much a few stitches will help that outfit, keep your hands off.)
Then I realised that, as a woman, I have a discrimination
bonus (+4) in domestic tasks!! I quickly used my common sense skill to buy a
pocket sewing kit.
Behold my plunder!!
It fits handily in my pocket so I am no longer unarmed in
the battle against fastenings uprising against their liege lords.
Also I can now participate in on the spot embroidery
contests – Useful for honour duels.
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