"Your man said you were into learning?"

Heaving his hockey bag up, he follows after him. The room is unremarkable, but he's done a bit of set up work already. Suspended in the middle of the frame, stretched by all four corners, is a broad piece of shimmery green velour. Tacky as hell.

"Go feel."

He nods at it. It's the sort where the texture shows beautifully, fibers moving one way or another and creating clear differences in colour when it's stroked.