"That went well," Mokko said dryly when Marron explained what had happened.
"That went terribly," Marron corrected. She was pacing her apartment, unable to settle. "I showed up at dawn asking to handle her knife. Of course she was suspicious. I would have been suspicious."
"You told her the truth," Mokko pointed out. "Mostly."
"I told her a carefully edited version of the truth that probably sounded completely insane," Marron said. "Magic knives that teach you precision. Pre-cataclysm tools that partner with users. She probably thinks I'm either delusional or running some kind of con."
"But she asked you to come back," Mokko said. "That means something. She's curious, at least."
"Or she wants time to figure out how to get rid of me permanently," Marron muttered.
Lucy burbled something that might have been reassurance and formed a worried heart in her jar.
