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lemon 
Ah, the perks of your painting subject being the Transfiguration professor. He took the jar gratefully, noting Ichihara had been gracious enough to give him the larger of the two. "Thanks. I like the color blue, just not when it's the shade of my fingers." Much appreciated.
A different spot? "If you'd prefer one, sure. I'm quite fond of the docks, though. Water's good for creativity." And clear thinking. Kept stuff flowing, y'know, and Dima found it peaceful. But he didn't mind moving at the woman's request, either.
Unless she felt like conjuring herself a cushion or something instead. Whatever floated her boat, really.
Nana chuckled softly. "I admit, I don't think it's your color, mister toussaint," At least, not when it had to do with frostbite.
It was less about having somewhere to sit and more about the chill created by the wind skating across the inky water, as warming as the little jar could be, Nana wasn't sure it would be enough to keep her from freezing entirely. Then again, she had endured much colder nights. "Hm." She clucked her tongue, considering the options. "The docks will be fine... Just don't let me freeze." Nana coolly said, pursing her lips before stepping to the docks and taking up a pose.
She felt a bit like Washington crossing the Delaware, all she needed was a flag.