"You're sweet." She kisses Momo's cheek. "Not a rush, though."

"There might be no particular rush, but I don't necessarily want to wait on this, either.  What sorts of art do you like to do?"

"Oil pastels, with scrap paper for blending, and drawing."

She can do those!

She also provides a variety of accessories, e.g. a sleek metal case for the sketchpad that has clasps to hold it shut, (removeable, if necessary) unfoldable legs on the back to stand it up with, and some tools for scoring paper precisely, to go with the roll of 'scrap' paper.

Neo claps her hands happily and scoots in to look everything over, bouncing like Ruby in a cookie store.

After a moment, she beams up at Momo and signs, "Thank you! This is perfect!"

"I'm glad you like it."

Y'know what, this is a time for celebratory kisses. She closes the case, bounds to her feet, and scoops Momo into a twirl and kisses her.

Oh, gosh.  She's not used to this, you know!

...Which is not at all to be read that she might even remotely want it to stop, because this is very nice, actually, it's just continually surprising!