[Seasonal Event] Spring Cleaning

"Oh, o-of course. If you could..p-put up with my...my st-stutters." He smiled, trying to hide the pain that always came when he had to acknowledge the awkward pauses and sharp edges in his voice, especially to someone he didn't know so well. The offer was real enough though: he would teach if she would be taught. To his relief she asked him a question that was easy to answer, something more like the kind of things clients at his shop would present. "Probably. If...if I c-couldn't mend it, I'd c..copy it for you. Make a new one." He had done it plenty of times - painstakingly getting each stroke right, looking between two pages as if they were holy scripts and it was a matter of life and death to get it right. "...You kn..know...if you um..d-don't have a trade.." Sam's mouth had begun to move before his brain had caught up and he tried madly to slam on the brakes, but he kept talking: "I c..could teach you to make books. Someone t-taught me." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child