Dirt in the wrong hands

Sedna struggled to contain a snort of amusement at the reactions of her little family rolling up to see what she had laid out for them (Kuroo included under that umbrella whether he wanted it or not at this point). She didn't mind the kids smooshing into the clay, they would need to warm it up anyway. When Raijin chipped in too, she gave the man a smirk. Things were working out between them, much to her surprise. It seemed family life suited them both.

Turning her attention to Himawari's question, she gave an easy grin. "Well, this thing is new, an' we need ter do some experiments, so before we go gettin' too fancy I think we should have a practice run. There's a chance whatever goes in 'ere might break while it's dryin', so let's start with somethin' small? Maybe a sculpture or some beads? A bracelet? But that might be a bit tricky, because it'll be floppy while it's still wet, an' then we'll have ter leave it ter air dry before we put it in the cooker." She would leave what each individual would make up to them, pulling her own portion of clay forwards and pressing her own paws into it. “First yer have ter make it warm, an' then push it around until yer get the shape yer want. If yer run inter trouble, ask Otis fer help, his little fingers come in handy fer stuff like this.”

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