[She follows him over, picking up a roll of yarn with her unoccupied hand to weigh it thoughtfully.]

... Truthfully, I do not think it was so different. [Her voice is gentle, but a little bit pointed all the same.] Though it could be difficult to scavenge when the woolliest monsters were not in the mood.

[The yarn seems very nice, anyway. After a moment, she holds it up.] How would this one be for a scarf, do you think?