[Oh, it's taking less and less time for Lucy to deduce exactly how frank Nebula is about everything. The question is a curious one, touching upon something almost philosophical. When Lucy would teach the children of the vault, one of her favorite questions was why? Because with enough whys, you ran out of answers. Sometimes people said things, did things, that had no explanation. But it was always fun getting to that part. To the part where you realize you just said something because it was something to say.]

I think... I was thinking I want you to know there's merit to the gift, even after it's lived out its usefulness.

[Or its temporary beauty, in this case.

Lucy laughs again, but this time it's because it's relief. Sometimes she's not the best at navigating charisma checks, either. Catching the meaning between words, or the deceit she's well-learned plenty of people speak with naturally.] No, you're right. You can't be disappointed because you've already tempered your expectations.

[Because even as she's tried, her efforts are turning into something somewhat resembling a wreathe, if Lucy knew of such a thing, but the colors don't really match, and several flowers have gotten squished in the effort, and when she picks it up, a bunch of petals flutter to the table.

And a bone. But most of the smaller bones she used stay in place. There's a few teeth that Lucy pried out of skulls placed in a U-shape somewhat resembling a skeleton grin.] I hope you like it anyway.