Sheena's brows lifted in surprise. Had she just asked for clothing for mice? And had this young woman offered to make some?

"Yes" to both questions.

As Sheena watched, her hands moved of their own accord--as though this was something she could do, but had forgotten. Hmmm. Talking mice, being a seamstress. What else can she do?

Kneeling beside the woman, she held out a hand for one of the mice to hop into it. He was a big one, and she smiled as he nodded his approval at the clothing.

"He says it's perfect! They all do. Thank you so much!" She looked at the one in her hand. "I think I'll call you Jacques. How does that sound?"