Finn chuckled loud enough for her to hear him, as he made his way down the hall. Barefoot. "It definitely smells delicious. Almost as delicious as you look." He winked at her as he crossed the room to look at her set up. It was definitely a work of art. But before he sat down he stepped over to a desk with a scattering of papers, sketches, plans, diagrams, for his next pieces, and pulled out a long flat box. Inside a handmade locket.