They made small talk, then shared how they’d each come to the hobby. Hermione had found it surprisingly easy to tell this warm, companionable stranger that it had been a recommendation from her therapist. Agatha had nodded knowingly, and immediately launched into a story about her son learning embroidery in rehab, and how, honestly, it annoyed her, because couldn’t he have learned it from her? But she couldn’t hold it against him, because it had helped him, and well, everyone has their own demons to fight, don’t they? And if a small, sharp needle is one’s weapon of choice, it doesn’t matter the path they took to find it.