Yeah, I can see how that would happen. Dates with no imagination would always be giving you roses, your English teacher would bug you with that quote about roses from "Romeo & Juliet," and you'd be expected to have rose-patterned everything. But it's different when it's something made by your mom, even if it did smell like a dead old person.

[at least, she'd imagine it would be. Joy Lass was never the arts & crafts type and her Grandma Phyl would flit from interest to interest without ever following through on any of them. but this moment, it all seems even further away than before]

It's cool. It--well, it means a lot that you're willing to do it. I've seen your art before, it's amazing. [that would be so cool]