Well, that's. Damn near heartwarming, is what it is. Being told that her hobby is something that people actually enjoy seeing and want to be invited to. Give her a second while she pretends it's not a huge deal. (It is a huge deal.) She brushes her hair out of her eye and looks out at the crowd of people who aren't the two of them, and briefly wonders what it'd be like to see this kind of turnout with more familiar faces in the crowd, and that as it turns out is also very heartwarming. So she decides.

"You got it. Next time I come up for one of these, you're invited. Especially if I'm showing off something new." God. This is such a normal thing, really, but it's been so long that it feels bizarre. "That's a promise."