He could only blink at her in surprise. He could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times he'd been called clever without sarcasm almost burying the word. "Yeah, something like that."
Greg stepped forward hurriedly to gently grab her wrist before she could touch a maple rocker with a cradle and bough motif carved in the top of the back. "That's a nursery rocker. It's supposed to help put babies to sleep but the charms are busted. It puts everyone to sleep now."