"That's a comforting thought." Key laughed. He was suddenly imagining being tossed out of the back of a truck, sent rolling towards the front of a hospital. Maybe he should be careful not to injure himself.
Once again Key found himself following after Chelsea, all ready to extend a hand to help her get over the threshold but she was outside before he could move forward and grab the back. He decided then that he should resist the urge to jump out and help her. "Do your neighbors ever get tired of the noise? I'm just guessing that they'd be able to hear the welding and all." He asked as he followed her outside.
Hands on his hips, Key rocked back on his heels as he looked around the backyard, waiting to see if she wanted to show him around herself. She really was talented. Talented in a way he had never seen. His mother would have an absolute field day with her and he was already thinking about giving her a call. He wondered if Chelsea would have any problems with him taking a couple of pictures? Just to send to her.
He turned to look at her. "My mom is an art dealer back in Texas. She's not the most well-known but she has some high powered friends so I was wondering if you'd be interested in letting me send her a couple of pictures or something. Even if it doesn't really turn into anything, I know she'd love you."