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Callath couldn't help grinning at Calnan's almost desperately polite face, under which lay measureless fathoms of boredom as Master Pearlle attempted to show him how to use the instrument. Devon nodded approvingly. "We're even then."
Callath glanced at him sidewards, grinning, then flinched, pulling his finger back from the needle, the cause of the small drop of blood forming on the end of one slim finger. "How is it that when you need it to go through the material, this needle is as blunt as a block of wood, but when it chances to prick your finger, it's enough to draw blood?!" he murmured frustratedly. Devon smiled, apparently about to make some comment, before Callath held up a finger. "And don't you even comment!" he added. Devon smiled to himself and continued working as Callath's battle with the needle and thread continued.
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