[ it's completely a face, but jenna will allow tyke the dignity of pretending it's a frown. ]

--oh, hey, that one's new. [ craning her neck to get a better look at the tattoo, jenna's smile goes pleased once she realizes what it is. ]

Okay, now seventeen year old me is regretting the Mason and tequila-encouraged inner thigh butterfly and wishing I'd gone for my favorite flower instead. Which that happens to be, so now she's even more jealous. It's beautiful, Tyke.