[Eniko groans surprisingly loudly and slumps back against the stump, covering her eyes with her hands dramatically.]

Ooh, it's the worst! You've got to comb out the flax to split it up, and then you pick out all the little hard bits you can't spin, and your hands get all cut up—if I ever have to use a spinning wheel again, it'll be too soon. Trust me, you don't want to do it.

[she moves her hands so she can fluff her hair]

Fortunately, you don't have to! We've got a few professional weavers and tailors here now to handle all that stuff.