Highlight of the evening: something threw cheese from the fridge at me.
I didn't even know we had that cheese in the fridge, so I'm not sure where it came from.
I reckon Lirio is probably good with a crochet hook. Not immediately — at least, not immediately for crochet, I'm sure he probably instantly devised four inventive methods for murder with one — and that lack of immediacy would rankle so much. He'd always had a talent for picking things up quickly, although, again, mostly in the field of murder, so to struggle would be a nasty, unpleasant feeling and Ais would've found half-started projects being hurled past his head on a regular basis. ("Please stop trying to kill me, love.") Lirio'd quit it, start it and quit it again four times in the space of a day, but having nothing else to do would drive him to keep trying (and failing).
In the end, it'd probably be Ais introducing him to someone he knows who could teach Lirio that'd turn things around (and make home life much safer for Ais again). 'Cause not only could they teach Lirio to crochet properly, but they'd be the spouse of one of the people who gut fish on the harbour, which gets Lirio a job to get him out the house and utilising his knife skills again, and probably precipitates his little ... well, I guess it's a detective business too.