Bastien
Bastien watched with approval as Melita put down the brush, admiring the patience it took in a new painter. "Oh, several months." He said casually at first to answer her question, though he could not suppress his smile for long: "A joke. It will take a few moments. Once it is tacky but does not come away on your finger, it is ready to be painted over." Truthfully he was often less patient than he was extolling the virtues of, but he had enough experience to know how to fix and work with the smudges of mixed colour when they occurred."Ah, I am glad. Do come to me if you decide upon an answer. We do have wonderful parties." He promised, not sure if that was Melita's sort of thing, but it had been a good incentive for some memberships in the past. "Plenty of merriment, drink and laughter - tell me, how old are you...?" He asked, unsure if she was old enough for him to reveal the secret behind-doors elements of these parties.
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
