Penguingirl.

She came downstairs, drunk in her penguin suit, holding a ball of purple yarn and two knitting needles.

'Can you teach the penguin to purl?'

The banana kept attacking the feet of her costume. They were huge, stuffed, orange things - as big as pillows. I watched her struggle with the needles, commenting under her breath that it's hard to knit when you're drunk.

Guess I've never really tried.