She hands it back, and continues to watch.

And Daisy opens it and begins filling a page with swirls, slowly and experimentally at first, but with increasing confidence and intricacy as she goes along.

And now Rhoda is watching in awe, smiling slightly as she traces the swirls being created with her eyes.

"Would you like to try?" she asks when she's done.

Yesnomaybeyes. "...Is that okay? I- wouldn't want to waste..." she makes a small gestures towards the ink.

"Mmhmm. I have some plain black for practicing with." She gets it out, and a new pen and a fresh sheet of paper, and stands so that Rhoda can sit.

Rhoda takes the seat almost cautiously, and then hesitates, not entirely sure she can actually do this.

"It's fine if you have trouble with it; I've been practicing for a long time, it's harder when it's new. You can start with - did you see how the pen made wider or narrower lines depending on which way it was going? Try doing some wide ones and some narrow ones, and then go smoothly between them, that's a good place to start."

She nods, and follows that instruction, with the same look of concentration that she's been getting whenever she's been devoting herself to trying to get something right.

When she manages to get a line to transition from wide to narrow smoothly, she pauses, smiling (almost proudly) down at the paper, before trying to get it to transition back to wide. When that's successful, she looks slightly towards Daisy, not even entirely sure why, but half wanting some response.

"Very nice."

Satisfied, shy, but proud smile. She tries to make swirls similar to what Daisy was making, but she can't quite make it work, her lines straightening out a bit too much, or transition between wide and narrow not coming out quite smoothly. She frowns down at it, but doesn't seem too distressed by her failure to properly emulate Daisy's work.

"That's not bad either, for a first try. You can practice at it, if you'd like."

"I- only if it's not...wasting, your stuff?" Rhoda says quietly.

"No, it's fine. I have plenty of those, and they're not expensive."

"...there's nothing else we should be doing?" Rhoda asks quietly.

"I meant whenever you like, I can move some of the supplies to the cabinet for you. Did Pradnakt make you lunch before I got back?"

"Oh. Thank you."

It takes her a moment to think about that. "We had snacks while we were out," she says. "But we were going to..." she pauses, tries to figure out the word. "Do stuff with...meat? And then you were back."

"She's going to make jerky," she nods. "Okay, I'll make you something. Do you want anything in particular?"

She thinks for a moment. "Um. Mashed potatoes? If that's not a problem?"

"Not at all. Eggs too, or not today?"

After a moment, she shakes her head. "No, thank you?" she decides.

"All right. You can stay if you'd like or come and watch me." And she heads to the kitchen.

After a moment, Rhoda will follow. (It's hard to make decisions still, but especially when both options are appealing.)

Daisy's mashed-potato making is familiar by now. Pradnakt's work, on the other hand, isn't: she's cutting a chunk of meat into thin slices, occasionally pausing to levitate them into a bowl of reddish-brown liquid.

She drifts a little towards Pradnakt, watching curiously. (She thinks again just how useful telekinesis is.)