#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Well, it's a complicated house, maybe."

"Please, you and he will be getting into trouble again in no time. And this time I won't be so anal about it" She assures

Then ponders then admits "Might be a LITTLE anal. BUt not so bad as before"

Snort!

"Hey, keeping it a hunnert as our elders say" A smile

"You think he's changed?"

"Probably a little" Gwen says "Hard to avoid even if you want to. You've changed a little too. All that means is you two can get to know each other again. You're both still you, just you with more growth. Like a tree that grew a new twig or limb even. Still the same tree."

Brow.

"Look, I'm good with dogs and lacrosse. And I can take a beating. I never said I was wise, but I THINK I'm right about this."

"Well, I mean, it's fine. I was plenty busy! Didn't even notice he was gone!"

A long pause "Man, if I were a Gwydion I'd be passed out on the floor now"

"Hey!"

"Calling it like I see it" The stoney giant observes "It's okay that you missed him. I noticed at school you shot down like two guys interested in you. Or at least it looked like a shot down. Or were you even aware they tried?"

"Huh?"

"What guys?"

"Cole Jenkins and Ryan Roger Rogers, of course" She says then suspicious brow "You really didn't catch on?"

A skeptical look.

"Why did you THINK Ryan was talking about how nice your coat was back in January?"

"Let's not even start about Cole suddenly trying to be as much an expert on art styles as Wikiepedia would allow" A shake of her head "That did not go well"

"I thought he liked my coat. It's a pretty bitchin' coat..."

SNORT. "He was calling Rothko postmodern."

"It's a nice coat, " Little Loud but hey "But not like Ryan ever admired coats before." Then at mention of Cole's slip up , she nods "Yes. I do recall your opinions on that. My point is, both were trying to get to ask you out on a date. Or at least screw up the courage . Of course, Cole now walks on the other side of the hallway at all times, but really, he brought that on himself thinking Roscoe was postmodding like that"

"ROTH-ko!"

Gladiola thought the BACH was loud, but nope. She rubs at the ear that took the brunt of that, "Okay. I kind of asked for that"

"I mean, Rothko is often subject to disparagement because his (&*&()( just doesn't work in reproduction, because it's a matter of scale and experience..."

"Huh, so you're saying that new 'AI Art program' thing can't handle it ? Cool"

"THAT is not ART!"

"THAT is -" she launches into a description, involving the product of several descendants of a non-branching West Virginia family tree, Thomas Kincaide, black velvet Elvis paintings, and a maneuver illegal in 47 of the 48 continental states.

Gwen's eyes get very wide just from the parts she can follow. Which is not much

"Ah... if it helps? I thought it was a bit of a cheat when I first heard about it."

Huff!

"Yeah, it's a cheat."

"ALso strikes me as a good way to get an oath of vengeance on you for ripping off someone else even inadvertantly"

"Heh."

"Hey, I use to think Artistic temperament was just a figure of speech. I learned better"

"Hey!"

"Am I wrong?" A smile "You're passionate about creation"

"Well, maybe."

"Roscoe"

"Oh, THAT is on PURPOSE!"

"Lil bit" Gentle nudge bump and smile of wolf teeth "But I like what a bad ass you are for your craft and for art in general. "

"I'm gonna have fireworks for tonight!"

"Gonna be spectacular. Lizbet has ear muffs, thank goodness"

"Listen, they're fire and furkin' rainbows."

"Of COURSE it's gonna blow everyone's pants off."

"...hopefully not literally, but that was really just the one time..."

"Yeahh... weird having a second moon in the sky like that"

"HA!" She grins broadly, shark's-teeth bright.

"Art's gonna love it" She says with confidence

There's a blush. "Well, it's for you. Duh."