"No, I do like it!" She's quick to answer there, just in case he gets it into his head to do something to the picture himself. She stows the rest of the fruits in a bowl on the counter and walks over to join Zangetsu in looking at the picture.

"I was going to put it on the fridge. It's the kind of picture that feels like it belongs on a fridge. But... They sound like a sweet child, but they're not..." She trails off, unsure of how to phrase the end of that sentence. They're not her children feels too blunt, even if it's the truth.