Why in all the heavens she thought, did she let it slip? Maybe she was tired? Exhausted? Maybe she wasn't thinking? But it was too late, the words where already slipping past her mouth before she could stop herself...

"Knitting...."

She paused, looking back at him over her shoulder as a tumbleweed rolled on by carried by a dramatic breeze with a blank expression, a blush quickly rising to her cheeks before she turned away to hide it.