"Thanks, Paul," Maladict muttered.
"My pleasure," the young man beamed. "I'm just so happy to have Polly home for Hogswatch, that's all."
"Yeah, yeah, just like we said," the vampire replied, before pressing a finger to her lips and pointing at the bedroom door, behind which Sergeant Polly Perks was still asleep. You have to get up pretty early in the morning to get up earlier in the morning than her. Time to spring!
"On the first day of Hogswatch, my true love sent to meeee!!" Maladict hollered, bursting through the door and sitting down heavily on the bed. Or, to put it more accurately, on Polly's leg.
"Wh- what the hells, Mal?" she grunted, sitting up, then gasped as she saw the painting. It was so real you could feel the breeze in the branches. "You did this?"
"Sure. And tomorrow I'm off to invent the time machine and sculpt a lady with no arms. It was Paul, you twat. I just bought the paints and stuff." Mostly out of your salary, she added mentally, but didn't say so out loud because there is nothing that can ruin an early-morning hug like money trouble.