Granny is sitting there casually knitting. The adventure looks a bit closer and notices she's making chainmail armor. Using a ball of stainless steel as yarn. The ball jumps up and down, chipping away at the floor. This isn't helped by either a small tiger of really overgrown cat, most likely her familiar, batting at the ball. She notices the adventurer staring and asks:
"Hello young men. Would you like some armor? Here, let me check if it fits."
Granny stands up with the speed of an attacking snake and casually drapes the largely finished armor over him, making his knees almost buckle under the weight.
"Oh dear, this is a bit too big on you. Let me find one a bit smaller, perhaps in a lighter fabric. One second, please."
My cat has an entire garden to run around in. Still comes in and chews on the indoor plants.