#baronyofthesilverwolf

She blushes, spirals briefly yellow, and shrugs. "I mean. Um. Literally, I guess."

"How are the buttons looking?" She allows a change of the subject to spare her friend.

She holds the shirt out at arm's length and gives it a shake.

"Good. Art, come over." A sharp eye might notice that one button is sewn as an equal-sign instead of an eleven, but only a very keen one.

Gwen gives them a bit of space again. They really are cute together

He steps over, and almost takes a tumble as he stumbles over that little button bear who is plodding around, poking fingerless plush paws at things. "Oops!"

"Careful." She chides, as she briskly pulls the shirt into place by manipulating Art's arms like an oversized doll.

He leans in close to "help" and catches grip of one of her hands as he own makes it through the sleeve. Squeeze!

A flash of a smile. "Sorry. Bein' bossy."