Uh huh. I know that one. You're a terrible liar, you know.

[She crawls into his lap without complaint, curling up atop Ford with her tail settling between his leg and the edge of the chair, her short-cropped hair swinging forward to tickle at his jaw as she rubs her nose against his cheek.]

I was just finishing up a painting! It's a the view from my window. Got to keep my hand in so I don't get rusty, you know.