Separate names with a comma.
"Beautiful."
"Elias," he mused, pacing on her desk. "Hm. That's weird. Elias. Elias. I think... I think he might have made me, Aspen."
"Where's the painting I have done?"
She raised an eyebrow.
She looked down for a moment, her eyes thoughtful.
"No, you won't. When's yours, anyway?"
He stretched, yawning as if he had woken from a long nap, which, in a way, he had. "Elias dismantled me," he said. "My memory is slowly coming...
"Nope. There's proof of your wonderfulness."
She glanced up at him, one brow raised. "What do you mean?"
"Yeah," she said with a nod. "Dinosaur... away!"
He huffed. "December 21st."
There was a moment of silence. Quietly, the gears surrounding his eye began to turn. A small hum grew from inside his body and it took a few...
"You're biased."
She shook her head slowly. "Nothing."
She raised an eyebrow before taking it.
"I mean... I suppose."
As the sun rose over the horizon, she snapped the last piece into place. Mo stood in front of her, completely still.
"But I don't paint like a goddess."
"I've done better than that," she said quietly, returning to the food.
She laughed again. It seemed that her natural tendency was to laugh, even considering the circumstances. "Should I get on too?"
