"Ah - no thank you," Gene said delicately, not wanting to create further work for Anton, even in something as simple as washing a mug. Lord knew the man worked hard enough. "I still have some left." He'd been conserving it; not because it wasn't good, but because he wanted to savor it. The local hot chocolate analogue held some memory associations for him. They weren't necessarily good ones, but they were important all the same.

"How do you do that? Knitting, I mean." The mechanics of it eluded him, and he was academically curious.