"In conjunction with the glass, yes." She suddenly remembered what he was and not just who, things he'd mentioned to her over the course of the last year about what being fae meant. Iron...maybe she'd rethink a thing or two. Still, the melding of the two artforms intrigued her and if she didn't use it now, maybe she would later.

Sweet. His voice made the word hold so many different shades of meaning for her and Pippa clutched her phone a little more tightly. Every time he called her by the pet name, a little bit of hope was fanned and fueled somewhere inside of her. "I can't wait for you to see it, Ro."

The words were out before she had a chance to think about them. Would he even have any interest? Would the piece hold any meaning for him? Was he going to understand?