Hermy carefully laid down her quill, minding not to dribble brown ink everywhere, and put the lid back on the ink bottle. The outline was looking good and she didn;t want to spoil it by way on an accident. She grinned as Finn reached and hugged her, and Hermy pulled his arms round her tight. He made her feel wonderful.

She looked up at his hat. "The Cannons eh?" she said, mentally noting that down. One of those little details that made present buying and the such so much easier. Hermy was a stipler for details like that, both socially and in her work. The finer the brush and detail, and more happy she was with the work - some of her work was almost photographic because of that fact. "I'm more of a Harpies girl myself."