"Well, yeah," mumbles Aglet, not sure what to make of it. Maybe she's seen other borrowers? Or maybe people come in all sizes where she's from, or maybe she's just weird in the head.

Still, he's not going to turn his nose up at help, even if it's more direct help than he'd like to accept from a strange bean under most circumstances. He starts to roll up his trouser leg, but soon finds it isn't happening. "Hold real still so I don't cut myself," he requests, getting out his knife to cut the fabric off.