No, but I mean-- [Wade flips open the box again-- carefully-- and traces the inside with a finger. Completely smooth.]
I can barely even see the seams in this. And... and you didn't go against the grain at all, not even once! Choice tools? The fact that you were able to make something this nice at all? In Haven?
[He looks almost awed, even as he tells himself he shouldn't be. Weasel had made him tons of gadgets and gizmos in his heyday, all of them more useful and more flashy than a simple wooden box that hadn't even been stained. But Weasel had had a plethora of the most top-quality tools at his disposal, and all of the things he'd given Wade had been built on request. Not sprung on him like this-- and on his birthday, no less.
Regardless of what tools had been used, this box had been built with love, with the utmost care, and it definitely showed in the quality of the work.]
Shit, kiddo... [Wade's voice is almost a whisper. He lets out a soft chuckle, amused at his own reaction.] You're a goddamn Rembrandt.
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I can barely even see the seams in this. And... and you didn't go against the grain at all, not even once! Choice tools? The fact that you were able to make something this nice at all? In Haven?
[He looks almost awed, even as he tells himself he shouldn't be. Weasel had made him tons of gadgets and gizmos in his heyday, all of them more useful and more flashy than a simple wooden box that hadn't even been stained. But Weasel had had a plethora of the most top-quality tools at his disposal, and all of the things he'd given Wade had been built on request. Not sprung on him like this-- and on his birthday, no less.
Regardless of what tools had been used, this box had been built with love, with the utmost care, and it definitely showed in the quality of the work.]
Shit, kiddo... [Wade's voice is almost a whisper. He lets out a soft chuckle, amused at his own reaction.] You're a goddamn Rembrandt.