“Honestly or demurely?”
“Honestly.”
“I could finish the acrylic in three days.Oils would take weeks because I can’t speed that along.”
“Acrylic will be fine.”
Mateo flipped to the first page.“Oil for me, little sister.”
Persephone smiled.“And the second one in oil for my sister.And she will probably want more of her and her baby bump.”
“I thought Achilles had that covered.”
“He works in three dimensions exclusively.He’s not a good portrait artist.”
“Well, this is becoming fun.”
Persephone asked, “How did it go at Myrtle’s?”
“Good.Finished.They liked it.”
Samsor said, “They loved it.They sent me a video of the panorama of the room.It’s spectacular.Myrtle wants to work in there until the baby comes.”
Em smiled.“The guys want me to put a mural in Myrtle’s office so she will stay put and not wake the baby by muttering over plotlines.”
Samsor chuckled.“Yeah, they mentioned that as well.”
Persephone gasped and looked at the video.“Damnit.I want to go back before the rush to birth and get a proper baby room.”
Em laughed.“I can do a border.I have something in mind already.Cute but not as expansive.I will do something more elaborate for your next one, and when you set up a girls’ room instead of the baby room, I will cover it.Deal?”
Persephone grinned.“Deal.I will exchange it for as many cats as you and yours want.”
Samsor sighed.“We will discuss it over dinner.”
Emhara beamed.“So, that is one of the Sight portraits in acrylic, one in oils, and one of the public-facing portraits in oil to give to Keres.”
“Right.She needs to see me happy.”
“Okay.Yup.Samsor, you are going to have to set up that studio.”
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “It has already been ordered.The pad and plumbing go in this week.All lines are being buried.”
“But...you didn’t know this would work.”
He smiled.“Sweetie, you did that second sketch in twenty minutes, and it looks like they can walk off the page.”
Persephone smiled.“Can you put Achilles in front of my feet in the Keres gift?”
“Yup.No problem.”
“Nice.”
They got a text, and she smiled.“Did you want to take photos of the sketches for Armand?Our dinner is ready.”
There was a sudden scramble, and photos were taken, and the hug began.Persephone was short, adorable, and had a grip like she was trying to mush their bodies together.
“Take it easy, sister.”Em patted her.“I am not going anywhere.”
