[Truly she has too much faith in his abilities. Evenso, as she spins around on her heal, he can't help but find the action endearing. She's...c-cute. Lifting a hand up to his cheek he scratches it a moment, before he smiles and relents.
What can it hurt? Especially if it will make her smile.]
If you think my pottery attempts are worthy as a gift, then I will gladly make you something. [He'll have to work at it for many more hours. If it is for her, then he wants it to be impressive.] You will have to tell me if you have a preference in what.
[Something cute, like a flower? Or something strong and fierce, just like her spirit.]
I am sure that your father and papa-- [Two different men? Did she lose a parent, like him?] find it just as beautiful. However, it was my mother who named me as well. It seems we share something in common.