"For at least a little while," she said, hastily. "Piper's parents invited me to stay. And I keep getting sick while I'm here... maybe something in the air... nothing to worry about. Anyway." Appearing to jerk herself back onto the right track, Anne's mouth firmed and she made her fingers stop twitching by reaching for the package she had brought. "I've been working on this for a little while, and I didn't really intend it for anything, just sort of a... Project." A little more lamely than she had envisioned herself saying it. She patted the frame and the brown paper crackled. "Some of my best work, I think." Without particular pride, her expression neutral, but her fingers stroked the paper absently, thoughtful. Perhaps her best work, now that she thought of it. How strange that she didn't feel the usual pang in parting with it.