"I'm finding creative uses for it," she corrected. "There's a difference."
He couldn't argue with that logic, mainly because he was too busy being grateful. Grateful they'd found each other and gotten a chance at a future neither of them had dared hope for.
"I love you," he said quietly.
"I love you too," she replied, then added with a mischievous grin, "ugly lamp and all."
"It's not ugly, it's?—"
"If you say 'artistic,' I'm moving to a different seat," she warned.
"I was going to say 'misunderstood and unappreciated.'"
