“Oops,” I said. “Oops?” “So, hypothetically. Okay, that was a lie. It’s not hypothetical. I painted you to be as big as the Great White and you’re destroying Meridian City like a giant monster. My muse is obviously a surrealist and I must follow her into the artistic abyss.” “Am I breathing fire?” My eyes widened. “You could be. I have so much puce.” “Make it so.”
