"It's not fair," Richelle sobs, still clinging to Mei. So many of the other people she's met have been mean, and annoying. But this woman's not like that. This woman understands. She can tell that Richelle's a sensitive soul.

Then she lifts her head, sniffs, and gives Mei a slightly dubious look through the tears. "You...want me to learn how to sew?" Richelle likes clothes, of course, but she's never really had the patience for making them. (Besides, she's seen how that goes with Liz. Liz might be her friend, but urgh, she absolutely doesn't understand fashion, and the awful clothes she makes for herself are proof of that.)