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A long, long, long time ago -- months and months and months -- Anna met The Man Who Likes Cake and Pie. And he gave her a present -- a little vial of something that would make any paint she added it to the right kind of paint for painting flowers

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Luna certainly thinks so. She had come out to take the air, and has now stopped to watch the girl paint.

"Bright & Grubbin?" she asks, conversationally.

That's where Mr. Spring gets all of his art supplies.

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"What and huh?" Anna asks, looking up at the other girl.

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"Your paint," Luna says.

"They sell a sort that changes color like that. Mr. Spring doesn't care for it, though. He says it's very tricky to work with."

She's not sure how the girl--who, she remembers, had been rather perplexed by charms--might have found or placed an order with that particular shop on Diagon Alley, but it's not as though it would be completely impossible.

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"I got it from Bar," says Anna. "And it just changes color because I'm mixing it together, like red and blue to make purple, see?"

Anna holds up the palette of created colors.

"Who's Mr. Spring?"

She doesn't ask why his paint changes colors.

She has recognized The Girl Who Does Magic.

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And hey, look, there's the guy now!

"Oh, nice," he says approvingly from a few paces behind, a half-eaten lollipop in hand. "Very nice. I like the shading there."

He gestures with the candy.

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Anna beams.

"Thank you!

"It's working really well," she adds.

Though from the multicolored patch of grass in front of her, that's probably obvious.

"How are you?"

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Because she's just a kid, he doesn't say course it's working well, I made it. See? He can exercise restraint when he wants!

...sometimes.

"Not too bad at all," he says, flopping onto an unaltered patch of grass to get a better look at her handiwork. "Even better now that I see this getting put to good use. What about you, you doing all right?"

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"I'm good," Anna says, carrying on with her grass painting.

"I'm in the sixth grade now, and we get to have our first dance for Halloween. I haven't decided what I'm going to wear yet, but Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, and I think the dance sounds like fun, so it should be really, really great, don't you think?"

And then, remembering her manners, she holds out an extra paintbrush, in case he wants to paint, too.

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A shadow drifts across the grass. If Anna's looking, she may notice that it's a shadow shaped distinctly like a young woman in a long coat and motorcycle boots.

Even if she isn't looking at shadows, though, she'll probably notice when the woman in question pauses, regarding Anna's handiwork with some interest, and then carefully stretches out on her stomach nearby.

For a better view.

[OOC: If you're still around for the night! If not, feel free to respond or ignore as you like. :) ]

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[OOC: I'd love for these two to meet, so slowtime is good for me if it's good for you!]

She might have noticed the shadow, had she not been working on getting just the right shade of orange mixed together.

Then again, she might not have.

Either way, having gotten just the right shade of orange mixed together, she definitely notices the woman stetched out nearby.

"Hello!"

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[OOC: Slowtime is awesome for me!]

"It's a sunset," River says seriously, either to the grass or to Anna. It's the grass she's looking at, anyway.

The sun is still several inches above the horizon, for the record.

Then she turns her head just enough to toss a grin at Anna, without lifting her chin from her folded arms. "Hi," she adds.

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"I'm Anna," she says.

And then holds out a paintbrush to the other girl.

Clearly, she will want to do her own painting of blades of grass, too, right?

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[OOC: Not a problem at all!]

Anna looks up after finishing painting a blade of grass a sort of turquoise color, to admire her work, and catches sight of Elle, instead.

Her smile gets bigger.

"Elle! Hi!

"I got the postcards you left with Bar. Thank you. That was really nice of you.

"How are you?"

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"I'm painting the grass different colors," Anna says.

"Would you like to try?"

Anna has extra paintbrushes and plenty of paint.