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She walked up beside him next to the stand, looking at the needles as well. What were the different sizes for? Knitting different things? She examined them closely, trying to figure this mystery out. Ember had only knitting with really small needles before...but there were some awfully big pairs here. Which ones should she grab? Maybe a set in each size? She wondered what Hemming was going to get, or if he had laid some sort of a claim on these needles himself. Ember glanced at him sideways, clearing her throat. "I want some of these. Take what you want first, and then I'll pick some"
She had the backpack over one shoulder. "There are a bunch of little pockets in this thing...it'll be good for carrying candy back. What do you want to do when we get back home? Want to hang out?" She asked, putting the bag on the ground. She reached behind herself for some yarn, putting it into the bag.
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