_{[ He follows him, dog still in his arms, because... well, he's fluffy and sweet, and was he supposed to put him down? Well, to late! He walks in behind and there's an audible gasp as he lays eyes on all the beautiful creations. He comes close to them, but respectfully does not touch, even though he wants to bury his hands in some of the fabric and look over every stitch and fold. It's so beautiful and so beyond anything he's done so far. He does well in his classes, but this was another level. It both made his heart race and made him realize how far he had to go still. ]}

They're beautiful.

_{[ Two words, but said with deep sincerity and awe. ]}