Knitting Completely random, but for @scribbles97 A little Christmas with a dash of Gordon/Penelope that just happened. Gordon looked up. “What are you doing, Virgil?” “I’m knitting a reindeer.” His brother blinked and held up two fingers. “Two things….a reindeer….and you knit?” Virgil frowned. “Of course, I knit. Mom taught me and I do it every year.” “Knit reindeers?” “No, knit. Are you blind? Who do you think knitted the jumper you’re wearing?” Gordon stared down in vague horror at the palm trees knitted into his Christmas sweater. “You did this???” “Years ago. Who did you think made it?” “Grandma?” Virgil glared at his brother. “Way to go to fall for the stereotype, Gordo. Just because she is a grandmother, doesn’t mean she knits, and just why do you think me knitting is so out of character?” “Well, look at you. Big, buff and tough?” Another glare. “So that precludes me from working with yarn, how?” “Um…” And yes, that out-of-his-depth-oh-shit-Virgil-is-going-to-kill-me expression on Gordon’s face was quite satisfying. “Exactly.” Virgil stitched a few more stitches. “You definitely need to up your observation skills. I have been doing this every Christmas since before Mom died.” It had become a tradition. Partly […]