ooc: !

Mrs. Vincenzi continued flipping through the pages of the book as Ferris spoke, explaining that her daughter was very pretty and easy to draw; that sometimes he didn't even mean to draw her, she'd just start coming up on the paper without him realizing it. She chuckled softly at this; ah, young love. She was quiet for a couple moments, examining one specific picture of her daughter she had quite liked. "Do you paint?" she asked suddenly, looking up at Ferris again.