You raised a slow brow at John from your spot in the living room doorway, watching as he adjusted the hat on the squirrel statue which was dressed to look practically identical to clothes he often wore. He noticed your presence, and sent you a happy smile before looking back to the squirrel.

“It’s… it’s art,” John commented as he set the pretty ugly-looking squirrel neatly onto the fireplace mantle, before once more looking back at you with a dumb, golden-retriever grin.