"Eirika!" She beamed and looked up from the canvas her little butt was parked right in front of, her dress completely covered in paint. Oh... oils, too. That was never going to wash out. What even was that work in progress? It was abstract and full of bright colours, but lack of technical skill aside, it seemed somehow grotesque. Unsettling.

She set her brush down and wiped her hands off on the apron she wore (but completely failed to keep her clean).

"Look!"