[Smile still soft, warm, and tender, the painter just shakes her head to the journal camera. Now wasn't the time. Perhaps in the near future she could tell Luke just how much she treasured him as a friend and part of her growing family here.]

...I can't say it out loud just yet, I'm sorry. You're free to look it up if you want, though. I won't stop you. [She giggles.] But I promise it's not bad.