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The York Gallery; Sunday [ 08/03 ]

Charlotte had had such a fun time yesterday, drawing new pictures to put up in the gallery to cover up all those ugly ones, but the ones she and Kevin drew could only cover so much. So she was busy at work at the reception desk, scribbling away all sorts of castle and fairies and ballerinas and ponies and puppies and princesses and knights and dragons (even though she wasn't very good at those) and flowers and butterflies. And shoes. She drew some pretty shoes, too, and whenever she finished one, she put a price tag of about fifteen dollars on it, hurried into the gallery, posted it somewhere, and then went back to work.

There were plenty of crayons and paper for everyone else to contribute, but only if they drew pretty things.

She'd also found some cookies, but did not know how to work the coffee machine, which was okay, because coffee would stunt her growth, and Charlotte didn't want to be a ballerina anymore today. She wanted to be a model, and they had to be tall.

But not too tall.

The York Gallery is open!

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Where Charlotte is busy at work and very hyper because she's had about five of those cookies for lunch.

This place had pictures. Cool! G'Kar wandered in, noticed the girl at the desk and headed over to her. "Hi." He cocked his head a little in interest. "What are you doing?"

"Making art!" Charlotte answered in a bright, sing-song voice, scribbling a ribbon onto the neck of a fluffy kitten. "Pretty art, because there's ugly art in there." She pointed her pink crayon at the gallery. "You can make some pretty art, too! We're selling prints, too, for fifteen dollars."

Ooh, a business proposition! He could do that! "Can I make art too? I can draw real good."

Charlotte nodded, already handing over a small pile of paper and some crayons. "You may. But only if it's pretty art, because we already have too much ugly art here right now."

"How pretty is pretty?" he asked. Best to be sure he got it right so he could earn money.

Then of course, he could buy lots of candy.

And ice cream. Oooh, ice cream!

"Um, well," Charlotte considered this carefully. "I'm pretty. And so are princesses and ponies and knights and fluffy bunny rabbits. Castles are pretty, too, and dragons aren't pretty, but they're allowed because Kevin wanted to be one. Ummm...rats and stuff aren't pretty, and neither are bad people, so none of those. Trees are okay, though. Lots of stuff are pretty."

"How about spaceships?" he asked. "I'm more used to those. And I can think of a very pretty looking one, too."

Charlotte gave this, too, the utmost of thought before reaching a conclusion. She nodded. "Spaceships work," she decided. "As long as they don't have too many lasers and bombs to kill people with, because that's not pretty at all."

"This one doesn't, not really." It did actually, but it was a sleek, smooth design that didn't have blunt, fearsome parts sticking out all over. "It'll be pretty, I promise."

"If you're unsure," Charlotte informed him with a nod, "you can always add a pink bow. That makes anything look prettier."

"Pink?" He sounded disgusted at the idea. "This one doesn't have pink," well, some of them did, "it's blue. And it's very, very pretty."

Pink! Like he would even consider using such a horrible color. It was girly! Ewww.

"...Blue is okay, too," Charlotte decided, although she seemed a little reluctant to do so.

He smiled at her, "Yep! It'll be good, I promise. Even if..." he did his best to not seem so distasteful about it, "there's no pink."

Yucky pink!

"What about red?" Charlotte asked, hopefully. "Red is like pink, but not pink."

"There can be red," he nodded, moving toward the desk. "Can I use these?" he asked, pointing at her supplies of crayons and paper.

Since he was going to use red, Charlotte nodded. "Help yourself. Thank you for asking. Not everyone is nice and has manners and will ask."

"I try to remember." They were ingrained, really. Any disrespect from a Narn to a Centauri, even from a child, brought swift and harsh punishment.

"Welcome!" he replied, snagging a handful of crayons and settling on the floor, stretching out on his stomach and starting to draw.

Yuui was still exploring, checking different places to try to find his missing brother. It didn't look like he was here, but- "Are you coloring?" he asked, eyes lighting up at the sight of the paper and crayons.

"I am!" Charlotte answered brightly. "Would you like to color, too?"

"Can I??" Yuui grinned brightly. "You'd really let me?"

"Uh-huh," Charlotte nodded and handed over some paper for the boy. "Only rule is that it has to be pretty, 'cause there's too many ugly things already up." She nodded toward the gallery, where some of the ugly art was still visible, even behind all of the colored pictures she'd been putting up.

Especially since she could only put them up so high.

"Can I draw kitties?" Yuui accepted the paper with a smile. "They're cute, which counts, right?"

"Kitties," Charlotte announced, "totally count! I have a white fluffy one named Muffin!"

She handed over a handful of crayons next, very glad that he was going to be good and draw pretty things. "And I'm Charlotte." She crawled up on her chair so she could curtsy like a lady and a princess should. "It is very nice to meet you."

"I'm Yuui," the blond boy replied, bowing politely like he'd been taught. "It's nice to meet you. May I sit with you, please, Lady Charlotte?"

Charlotte beamed at that. He'd called her Lady Charlotte; it definitely inspired some preening on her part and a gracious nod of her head toward one of the other chairs. "Yes, you may. It would be a pleasure, Sir Yuui." She struggled a little on the strangeness of his name, but she couldn't help giggling a little, either, because it was so much fun to be all proper and stuff. And she was always pleased to meet boys who weren't stupid or smelly or rude.

Well, Yuui was technically a prince. Even if he was a lesser prince. ~~Don't ask...it's a CLAMP series; that should explain everything.~~ He still had manners. He hopped up onto one of the chair and began drawing happily.

"If you want, I can help put pictures up when they're done. You can tell me where to put them and we can use the chairs." Granted, Charlotte was probably taller than Yuui...

Oh, CLAMP

And Charlotte was taller, but she hadn't thought about using the chairs. "oooh!" she said, smiling at Yuui again. "That's a really good idea! It'll be easy to move the chairs with two of us, too! And then we can cover up all the bad ugly art!"

Yuui looked up at the gallery, squinting a little as he studied it. "It's not that bad. There's worse. But there's better, too, like the new pictures." He scribbled away industriously, adding a sun and a blue sky to his kitty picture. "You're a good drawer."

"Oh, thank you!" Charlotte said, smiling sweetly at the compliment and batting her eyes a little gratefully at Yuui for it. "I think you're a good drawer, too. I really like the blue sky; it's pretty! It's blue like your eyes!"

"My eyes have to be blue," Yuui said quickly. "Otherwise I wouldn't be able to use magic. That's what they told me."

Charlotte's fluttering eyelids were definitely for blinking right now.

"You do magic?" she said, trying her very best not to squeal, because that wasn't very ladylike.

"Yes. My brother does too. He's my twin." Because he had to explain that, of course. "But I can't find him...I'm not sure where he is." Yuui finished the picture, signing his name in symbols that weren't anything like an earth language. "But I'm not s'posed to do magic, because it could hurt somebody and that would be bad."

There was a lot of information in that, most of which made Charlotte feel very sad, and she thought about all of it before picking what to ask more about.

"You can't find your brother?"

"No...I can't find him anywhere. But everybody here has been nice and I know that they'll be nice to him too, so I'm not as scared as I was before." Yuui smiled. "Do you have a brother, Lady Charlotte?"

"Mmhm," Charlotte said, nodding, although she still couldn't help feeling sad for Yuui's brother. "He's littler than me and his name is Wesley."

"We hafta take care of our brothers," Yuui said firmly, setting his finished picture aside and getting another piece of paper. This was going to be a very picture-productive day.

Charlotte nodded, still adding more pretty sparkles on her picture of a unicorn. "Even," she said, "if they put gum in your hair."

"...Eew. Fai would never do that to me. I'd have to do it back because we're twins and..yuck." Yuui made a face. "What are you drawing? A pony?" He was a very curious little boy.

"My brother does it all the time," Charlotte said, grumping at her drawing a little, but she perked right back up as she said, "And it's not just any pony! It's a unicorn! See the horn?"

"Ohh, I see." Not that Yuui knew what a unicorn was. Shh. "It's very pretty. They're special, aren't they?"

"Uh-huh," Charlotte's head bobbed in a nod. "They're maaagical. And only good people can see them. Evil and bad people are afraid of them."

"Oh. I get it." He didn't. But he smiled, anyway. Scribbles of crayons gradually resolved themselves into a rainbow as Yuui colored. "But the bad guys can't get us here, because it's special. And the pictures are a magical barrier!"

"Ooooh!" Charlotte sounded very impressed. "I like that idea! Keeping bad people out is good. Yesterday, Kevin drew this big good dragon, and so the Kevin dragon can help keep bad guys out, too."

Where Banksy's art (http://www.banksy.co.uk/outdoors/horizontal_1.htm) is being victim of someone else's obtrusive statement, being covered with crayon princesses and unicorns.

There are no in-laws in the house right now. *stretches out; blisses*

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