Key nodded his head to that though he continued to chatter in defense of sewing. "I think embroidery would be really nice. Such cute things and I think it's portable!" Not that he knew much about that or knitting other than he associated that with his great grandmother and very itchy sweaters that must be worn on Christmas day.

Biting his lip, Key smoothed out his skirt and stared at his legs. No matter if he shaved and encased them in stockings, they were still a man's legs. In another situation, he might laugh over his get up. "Why? Alabama isn't exactly the most progressive state in this country. Pangender isn't even a real thing back home. It's all a lie, eh? Like trans and gay mean the same thing because you can't be one or the other." He turned a little more pink at the compliments, though thinking of home saddened his thoughts. "I'm still Keith to them."