"That's interesting, though," she said, insistent and sincere. "I'd like to see it. Skilled trades always intrigued me. It's sort of a dying art, I think. I mean, I could barely patch those gloves I got with a decent stitch, and I consider that quite an accomplishment." She bit her lip against another broad smile. "But I can wait until you, ah, get it back from Oliver's room. I'm sure you'll be back to get that, and whatever else, soon enough." She quickly glanced over one shoulder and back to the door. "Maybe he'll bring it down when or if he joins us. So when did you two... become an item? Is that a common thing in the house, or do people mostly keep to themselves?"