Greta draws the half-completed crown back into her own lap and resumes working on it. Another finger-length or so, she thinks, and it will be long enough for her to weave it back on itself. She works slowly, like her mother does when she's teaching her how to do something new. That way, the other girl can more easily see what she's doing, and it gives her time to catch up if she's quick about it (which Greta assumes she will be - new skill or not, she sort of figures older girls will be better at things than she is).

But it seems the other girl is having some difficulties. Greta glances up at the first little sound of dismay, then watches as another stem breaks. "Oh," she echoes. "It's just too tight. Stems break easily, so you have to be gentler with them." She sets down the crown in progress and starts afresh with three flowers of her own, weaving them back and forth a few times demonstrably. "See?"