"I want to." Abigail smiled. She could test herself to see how much detail she could get in her memory place and put on paper. She chuckled. "It might, if you put it in a frame or something." She was hoping he'd display it somewhere in his place. Somewhere that other girls might see it.
She stopped when he did, but left her sandals on. "We should pick out a good place to set out the blanket and have our picnic."