There had been a point in time where couples taking pottery lessons together had been quite common. It was an era before Ariel's time. But she'd heard quite a but about it. During that time there had been a popular movie that combined ghosts, pottery, and romance.
She was pretty sure that somewhere in the world, a film fanatic was glaring daggers in her direction. Just knowing that somewhere, somehow, Ariel had stolen the movie concept and was using it to better her own life. But she did not care about what some random person thought about her and her idea-stealing ways.
What she cared about. was her and Tristan having fun together and him getting to like her as a result. An evening spent in front of the potter's wheel, her hands molding a lump of clay into something beautiful and functional. Like maybe a teapot that they could use, when they tried some of the tea blends that Ariel had brought home with her, it had seemed fun.
