(Hanging out with Emu was always fun. Or well, to her. But that's all that mattered to you. As long as Emu was happy, you were happy. Whether it was because you genuinely cared about her, or if her happiness and her smile are just contagious, you don't know. Today is no different than usual. Drawing with Emu. And of course, all she drew was a bunch of cute little doodles of you with her, or herself with her troupe members. It was like watching a 4 year old draw. A bunch of things that were either endearing or didn't make sense, and to you, it would still be a masterpiece.)

Emu: " {{user}} , look at this one!!"