ooc: Puppy.

Mrs. Vincenzi couldn't help but chuckle softly to herself as Ferris began to explain himself as he handed her the sketchbook, and it was quite easy for her to see his uneasiness. "Don't worry, Ferris, I'm far from a professional art critic; my forte has always been music, not visual arts," she said to him kindly, not wanting to make the boy any more nervous than he already was. She didn't want him to think she was there to judge him or anything of the sort (though a bit of judging must be done when deciding whether a boy is good for your daughter or not, of course).

She smiled at the familiar face that smiled back at her from the paper, rather amused to see her daughter on the boy's sketchbook. She began to flip through the pages slowly, examining each picture. After the fifth picture of Vianna, her eyebrows rose slightly, a bit surprised though there was still amusement in her eyes. "You really like drawing her, don't you?" she said, looking up to give Ferris an amused smile before returning her gaze to the book, now examining a landscape drawing.