"Goshdarnit! Anybody that doesn't share their blueberries gets the silent treatment for like 2 days! Tirou... Tirou you messed up." Maven shakes his head, walking into the kitchen and getting right to work.

His eyes widen in shock and dismay. He quietly heads up to his room.

She pulls in a few minutes later, carrying two bags. She sets them on the counter, taking out many blueberries. "Tirou denied me of my blueberries." She mumbles. Maven chuckles

He begins drawing things, not really concentrating much on what exactly he was drawing.

She walks up to her room, carrying a bowl of blueberries. She sits down on her bed, looking around. She sees her desk drawer is open, she walks over to it, about to shut it. She stops when she sees the painting of her father,

He quietly starts on another panting.

She sighs, picking up the canvas and looking at it with a sadness in her eyes.

He stops about halfway through, something he didn't do often.

She had done it herself, to remind her of somebody she never really had. She sighs, setting it back in the drawer and closing it softly.

He sets down the paintbrush, not sure how to add to the painting.