"Please call me Artan, my last name's for authorities only," He joked. "Or half pint, that works too. "And don't thank me, darlin', I'm doing my job. You're paying me for it." He finally got all the way around her finger with the second hue, and started with the third, and most vibrant hue of maroon, working that color in at the very center of each petal. After that, it was a matter of connecting them all with little simple, green leaves, and it didn't take even an hour to get done. "So there you have it." He made sure that the seven little flowers that ringed her finger weren't lacking anything. "Now you need to read this little sheet I've got printed out for aftercare, and put some of this lotion stuff on it whenever you think of it, and keep it from getting wet. It should heal up pretty quickly, since it's on your hand." He smiled and leaned back, offering Delia the machine to clean, and nodded. "That's, oh, whaddya say, Dee, sixty bucks?" "Ninety." "Friends & family discount," Artan said with a shrug.