Plaid promised Mr. Cumin that she would somehow get Saffron to relax for at least a few minutes a day, in the best interest of his future granddaughter. I don't know how Plaid encouraged her very type-A wife to chill, but she and Northern are happy for the rare moments of tranquility, whenever they can get them. :)
Me and Photoshop and one brush pen.
I think Saff is eventually going to find a way to repurpose that shirt...