"No, no, you didn't paint my neck long enough!"
"Apollo, if it were any longer, you would look like a swan."
"Swans, ah yes, beautiful creatures they are! Would you paint a swan for me next?"
"No, because you probably won't live long enough to see this painting finished."
"Aw, Rachel, lighten up! What've I done that's so horrible?"
"Nothing, except being talkative when I'm trying to work, you wriggle like you have sand in your shorts, and you're—would you listen to me when I'm talking?"
"Sorry Rach. I'm listening, honest! Look, earbuds are gone. And I'm what?"
"And…and…oh never mind."
"You're awfully indecisive today, aren'tcha?"
"Apollo?"
"Yes?"
"You have three seconds to knock it off before I become violent."
"Yes Rachel."
"Thank you. Now, back to the painting. Hold STILL, I'm trying to get your nose right."
"Can I see?"
"No, it's a surprise."
"But-"
"Apollo! Sit back down! You can see in a few minutes!"
"….Fine. You're no fun."
"So I've been told. Oh great, you joggled my arm. Do I have paint on my nose?"
"No."
"Yes, I do, I can feel it."
"Okay, you do, but it looks cute on you."
"Apollo, in case you haven't forgotten, I'm the ORACLE. I don't date."
"Fine, fine. But does your definition of dating include dinner at that pizza place around the corner?"
"…What?"
"Because I'm starving. Did you know how hungry sitting still can make you?"
*Sigh* "Fine. Just let me get cleaned up first."
"Hey, no problem. I'll just be right here…"
"Nope, you're leaving. I told you, I'm not letting you see the painting again until it's done. Go down and get us a table. I'll join you in about ten minutes."
"Sounds good. Oh, and Rach?"
"Yeah?"
"Leave the paint on your nose."
