"Yep! These are my paints." Another joke from Joly and Julie is grinning again. She hadn't enjoyed being around someone this much since Raleigh and could quite happily see herself getting used to this.

Before she even starts painting, she's quick to get food on the stove to reheat. It's one of the thicker noodle soups from down the road. And, of course, there's kedan alcohol. It's become her favorite.

Her part of the wall has a picture of three people that's been carefully painted on. It's a bit more detailed than anything else she's done, as if she really wants to get this one right.

On a shelf sits a photograph of the same three people and it's clear this is what she's painting. It's herself, a few years younger, and her parents. She looks from the picture to the painting, frowning just a bit. Maybe she's being a bit too critical of herself, but it just looks wrong somehow.

"Did you figure out what you were painting yet?"