Steve reaches over and pats her gently on the shoulder.

"I'm glad. I knew you'd either love it or hate it....and I wasn't sure which one it would be, if I'm honest." He shifts his feet on the floor, looking down at the deep blue slippers he's wearing.

"I worked on it most of the month, once I got the idea in mind. Must have scrapped half a dozen ideas before I got that one going. That....is my new reason for making art, Verity. To keep things from being gone forever. Merry Christmas."