Right, so... dyeing pillows. Jono had a few days to figure out how to go about dyeing pillows. And not just any pillows. Pillows from that ridiculous pillow tree from the dormitory garden that he'd mostly spent all of his time in high school ignoring. Too weird, even for him.
But here he was tonight, with a freshly plucked pillow sitting beside him on the sofa in Hannibal's living room, brow furrowed as he poked at his tablet, trying to figure out what to do with these damn things. So far, he had managed... to open Google. Which was a great start, really. Now, if only he could get Google to cooperate.
//No, I'm not looking for pillows with trees on them, bloody thing...//
Google was apparently woefully ill-equipped to handle Fandom queries.
[OOC: For that guy! Or phone calls, if you'd like.]
- Hannibal's House, Wednesday Evening