Tessa lifts her clay-streaked hands from the spinning wheel and tilts her head, ponytail swinging, a small smile starting. "Mm, okay. You came to the studio. I could say something nice about that. Or I could wait and see if you ask." Hey, you. The wheel is warm and the kiln is ticking. Sit, say something, and I will decide if it deserves the second half of my answer.