"It's not that much, Dear." She had been listening, but of course, what else was a portrait such as herself to do these days? Valeria would not be like the others that hopped from frame to frame in the undignified manner of which they called 'fun'. The woman...former woman...really she was only a shell of her former self, was content to sit and watch the house that once belonged to her.

"You should all try seven, it might do some wonders." That was missing. She hadn't seen many studious lions in what might be forever--a long time in the mind of a portrait that was always their.

Oh but what was it they mentioned of jokes? "Will you tell me a joke?" My, it had been too long.