"Kinda figured, all those tattoos, the tattoo parlor, the daughter with all the tattoos. I mean, kinda obvious. Well, that and he always wanted to grow up to be an artist. He's better at pickpocketing," Smiling a teasing smile, she leaned up against the couch, warming up pleasantly by the fire, even though the climate was warm enough where she didn't need half the clothes she wore or half the blankets she crawled under at night.