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Ain't that the honest truth.

[ She chuckles a little as she saddles up next to himself with her paper cup, pulling the nozzle down for the Cherry slushie maker. ]

This place is the best place to go for slushies. Good prices too.

*He could make his own, of course, but there were a few things in life that the experience just seemed to make it...more. Like pulling the lever on the slushie machine and watching the semi-frozen liquid ooze out into the cup*

Seems good so far, but, it's no' like I've done a comparison, yeah?

Yeah, but I could never make a slushie on my own or know how to really. [ Catching on that he's talking about making his own brand of slushies. She chuckles again but more at herself for letting the cup over flow and holds the cup up to her lips to sip. ]

It does wonders when you have to leave your home for a little bit and think a little outside.

*For him, it was as easy as drawing it, but he supposed if he wanted to take the time and effort, he could do it the old fashioned way*

S'that what you're doing, then? Having a mull outdoors?

Mhmm. [ She nods, now wiping the sides of the cup clean with a napkin from her pocket before putting the round lid on it. ]

Trying to brainstorm on working a some piece for my friend who's been down in the dumps, lately. I don't have money like that to take her out shopping or anything but it's been three days past my own deadline to give it to her and... [ Sighs. ] Think I may as well tell her we can go out on Friday night and save my canvas for something else.

You draw? *Now that piqued his interest. He'd been away from London long enough that he missed his nightlife and art crowd. Finding someone on this continent who enjoyed art wasn't hard, but he found gatherings at galleries to be far too pretentious for his liking*

Uh huh. I took my art classes serious in elementary and middle school. Used to get paid a dollar for doing celebrity portraits with my classmates or who ever asked me to do requests.

It wasn't until I went to high school, I majored in Illustrations, figuring I had a knack for it and I haven't stopped ever since. Unless you count Artist block as breaks or stopping; I've had plenty of those.

*Sketch's own past was a bit more... staggered than that, but he'd mde well for himself, by himself. Not that anyone knew, of course. Drawback of being an anonymous artist*

Well, I'm sure yours are lovely. Got any hangin' in any of the local places?

Thanks, I've been told that a lot by my peers. [ She smiles a little and now bites her lip. She's a tad bit embarrassed but since he asked such a harmless question she answers. ]

To be honest... no. I'm scared of people seeing my work and I get nervous that someone may copy off me or overly criticize me again.

*He leans in, whispering conspiratorially* That's why it's best to have an agent. Even if you just wanna hang something up at a friend's, they catalog all that, you know.

Oh, I don't know much about that.

How much is it to have one?

If you find the right one, you usually only have to pay a percentage of anything you sell. Like, ten to twenty percent, depending on who you get. And really, in the long run, it's worth i'.

[While she's listening, she nods and mulls it over. Her room was cluttered with canvases after canvases, papers after papers. The idea seemed nice but his explanation strikes another question.]

Okay.. and how about finding the right ones? Should I consult to Craiglist's or check with art museums to see if they have contacts to one or what?

Ah, that's a bit trickier, that. If you've got mates in the business, you can always ask them. Best thing is to ask the other low-rent artists. They've got a good hold on who's decent and who's full of it.

...It's wintertime, Doodles.

Your poin' being?

It's cold. And slushie's are cold.

That's what mitts are for.

But you'll be all cold on the inside still when you drink it!

Not for long, Mills. We're warm blooded, remember. We heat up.

But still. You'll be all cold for a bit. I really don't like the cold.