Jessica takes the books off of her lap and places them beside her, folding her hands over her lap. She has that concerned face of her's on. "Hmm. Well, whoever that someone is, they must have had some reasoning, don't you think? Maybe...maybe it is someone's idea of art? An abstract sculpture maybe, for an art class assignment perhaps?" Jessica stares at the cushions, then adds "Not exactly my taste...but creative nontheless."