Mamoru couldn't help but laugh out loud when he entered the Crown Parlour to find Usagi tangled in yarn, holding a pair of knitting needles like chopsticks, and with a ball of pink yarn in her teeth.
"I'm scared to ask, Odango Atama, but what are you doing?"
Usagi opened her mouth, letting the yarn drop into her hand, "What does it look like, baka? I'm knitting!"
"It looks like you're having yarn for lunch," he shot back, pointing to the soggy ball.
"I know," Usagi sighed heavily. "But every time I tug, it rolls away. I was getting sick of chasing it."
Mamoru only shook his head and walked away. After a moment, Usagi set her shoulders, gripped her needles, and popped the yarn back into her mouth.
Mamoru reappeared a moment later and gently tugged the yarn from her teeth as though she were a golden retriever with a tennis ball instead of a golden-haired teen. After wiping at the damp yarn with a napkin, he popped it into the empty take-out cup he had returned with and threaded the yarn through the straw hole. Snapping on the lid, he set the device on the table and gave the protruding yarn a tug. The cup wobbled, but did not fall down. Setting the end of the yarn in Usagi's open hand, he sat down beside her, nudging her further into the booth.
"That better?" he asked quietly.
The golden head bobbed shyly as Usagi fumbled to cast on her stitches. Finally, she looked up from her knitting to properly thank Mamoru for his help. "But how did you know to do that?" she asked curiously.
"Now now, Odango, you hardly expect me to reveal my great secrets, do you?" he laughed, tapping her gently on the tip of the nose before sliding out of the booth and heading to his usual stool at the bar.