"A few actually." she knew the poems were a little cheesy but she wasn't completely innocent there. She took comfort at least, that they could say they were just teenagers when the worst of them were done. "It..might have had one or two." she blushed lightly, "Your imagination is, uh, flattering."
She hadn't thought about that. "Um...just...I'll take them. There's a laundry room downstairs. I can dry them." They were industrial so she figured it wouldn't take too long.