Uncle Steven, our plumber

So it was by coincidence that I found out an old friend from highschool is living in Calgary, and that he's a plumber. He came one time to save our ceiling from our toilet and L satstaring in awe as he made little work of what would have taken us two weeks to complete. She had to have her hair combed and changed hairpins several times before she felt able to present herself to uncle steven. L's first crush? or early plumbing aspirations?