"That's really... good," Mickey said, sounding impressed. The detailed work on the drawing seemed gorgeous, though Mickey couldn't make out everything in this dark light. The flickering of her ears didn't help much. "Wow."
Mickey realized he should be doing something else. "Whoa, sorry. C'mon, let's get you out of here." Shielding her from the windows, Mickey led her down the garden path and around the house. In the bright light of the lamp above the garage door, Mickey inspected the drawing again. "It really is very good. But those aren't the clothes I'm wearing."