"Perfect! There will be breaks so your arm doesn't fall asleep, hahaha, but you look very good lounging like that..."

Jean's been dosing on that love potion with all the self awareness of a whiskey-drunk kitten for days now. They start sketching, doing their level best to ignore how cute and biteable and perfect Pomni...

They frown, their pencil stopping temporarily. It continues after a moment, when they think about what they want to say...

"Sailor...are you familiar with the advice that one should compliment a person on things in their control - like their fashion?"