[Kat generally prefers to kick her problems away - with the help of gravity or otherwise - but pounding the clay to get it ready for the wheel is still satisfying, even if there are already flakes of it drying on her skin and flecked into her hair. She wipe her forehead with her forearm, leaving another streak.

(Good thing Dusty stayed home for this one!)]

Nope! At least, I don't think so. Maybe I was secretly an artistic genius before! [She definitely does not have the muscle memory of an artistic genius, clumsy and unpracticed.]

We'll just have to make it cup-shaped, right? How hard can it be?