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Now, we just gather some clay...

Hank, I tried to tell them.

Come on, sweetheart. Time to get our hands dirty.

*starts to gather clay* All of this has blown terribly out of proportion. Would it help if I left?

No.

Hank mounds the clay into a lump.

I didn't think it would.

*has a bit of clay that she is playing with*

What would you like me to make?

If you can, a bird.

Hmmmm. I think I can, Addie.

He works the lump of clay into a little sparrow.

*works her clay into an apple*

It's perfect. This is for you.

For me? He examines it close to his face, and puts his teeth around it...

Don't eat it, please.

If you're hungry, I have another apple that you can eat.

*reaches into pocket, and holds out a golden apple*

What have we here? He takes her wrist, and scans the golden apple.

It's an apple. Don't worry, I have another.

*starts making another apple out of clay for Hank*

Hmmmm. He takes it. It disappears under his cape.

Thank you, Hank.

*smiles*

This is a lot of fun.

Very fun. He takes her hands and shows her how to detail the apple's surface.

*smiles*

Thank you. It looks much better now.

Can you do that by yourself?

Yes, thank you for showing me.

He starts on another sparrow.

...worth more than many sparrows...

Yes, my friend. You are. *smiles*

I was speaking of you, my dear.

And others that I love.

Thank you, Hank.

I am honored.

Focus, sweetheart. Every groove is an individual.

*focuses, and sculpts*

Very good, Addie.

You are very talented, Hank. You are also a good teacher.

I have plenty of experience.