"I made another few last night." Gertie brushed her hair back from her face, leaving a smudge of clay on her cheek. She spoke above the noise from her workshop. "I think I'm getting the hang of this. Do you want to see?" She glanced at Edam through lowered lashes.
Edam did his best to smile. Gertie was a dear little thing, and she did try...
With a flourish, Gertie threw open the workshop door. The shuffling sounds and gurgled half-words grew louder. Edam's smile froze on his face.
"They're... artistic," he managed. "Well, it's good... that you're doing something... creative."
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