Annie had not been raised to be dramatic, and yet, there's an element of that in her. The Career Academy worked on it, the tiny sassy girl with her opinions. And although she's away from the art scene she sells to, some of it stings. Basic workanship, as if she hadn't been working on those skills for five years. As if she hadn't improved, or as if there wasn't a difference between the bowl of a rank beginner and someone who knew what they were doing.

But she'd be fair: she had rattled off the basic forms, rather than the skilled level of them. Mostly because she's been thinking of what might be useful instead of just giving him all of what she knows.

"I... think you might need to sketch that out for me," Annie says finally. "And I can only be so precise. I blow glass, and I don't have any grinder here. But if we get things workin', I can do what we can. And we can work at it." Her mouth twitches into an almost smile. "It's not like glass isn't reusable."