Diana’s eyes widened as they entered the craft room. It wasn’t a grand room, but it definitely wasn’t a closet.
"How many different kinds of glitter does your mom have? Damn," she remarked, looking decently impressed, a smile crossing her face, “This is magical."
"A lot. She had another room like this, but it's smaller and all full of fabrics and stuff. Not nearly as magical," He grinned as he watched Diana look around. Moving to a wall of shelves and drawers, he ran his finger along it before letting it stop on one drawer, pulling it open and holding up the box of clothes pins inside of it. "Aha!" He declared triumphantly.










