And there she was. Sitting on a stool, she glided her paintbrush along the canvas, the item leaving a Royal-Blue trail behind it. The swoops and lines of the paintbrush almost seemed calculated, the flower petals she was so focused on creating nearly seeming perfect…

...Well, until she messed up, at least. A bit too much pressure on the brush, and a mistake was created. A wide, thick mark now blotted both the petal she was working on, and the greenish background of the field. That was going to take some real thinking to fix.

“Ah, damn it!” She hissed, flinching at her mistake. She mumbled under her breath, frantically looking around for anything that may help her. “..Maybe if I could find a napkin or a scraper or—...”

…Oh. How long have you been standing there??