[One hundred percent Brianna!]

Of course! [came that pleasant chirp in reply, the petite woman bouncing over to set the roll of wallpaper off to the side with the automaton's other gifts before she'd be burying herself against him in an affectionate hug, arms wrapping around him as her head rested at his humming chest.] We'll make an afternoon of it! And hopefully keep The Stripe from interfering too much. I don't think he'd very much like getting stuck to the wallpaper.

[Though imagine the hilarity of it all.]