Tim sat on the moving staircases with Ziva Bambi, just listening to the portraits talk to each other and gossip. They giggled about some stories but listened very attentively to them. Tim was more interested in the stories the portraits said to each other about their past lives. She began to wonder if they were actual people once, or just painted onto canvases for decoration and enchanted. No one had ever really explained it to her; so the blonde made wild guesses in her head. She snapped back to reality when one spoke about her snogging Conrad in a broom closet. Oops.