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Harron Peasley 
Yay wasn't exactly the exclamation Felicity would have gone with, but she did offer a weak, almost nervous smile at her, before her hands went to her hair. "Do you need me to do anything...?" Did Hattie want a smile? Her to stand up? A different angle?
A 'paint me like one of your French girls' moment? Liss almost giggled at the thought, and it changed the expression on her face to one of an actual smile, and she settled more comfortably on the ground. After all, Hattie was one of her best friends - if she couldn't be happy and comfortable around her... But Liss wouldn't think about that. She was happy and comfortable around her, and so the fiddling with her hair stopped.
Hattie adored painting. It was her favourite thing in the entire world to do. The blonde smiled to herself as she painted. She could literally sit here forever and just paint. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long, since she was pretty sure that Felicity wouldn't want to sit there for that long. She hadn't modelled for a painting before, so she had no idea what it felt like, but she figured that it must have been quite boring. So she'd try and be as quick as she could. But she wanted it to be good, so she couldn't rush.
"Oh No. You're perfect" And that wasn't a lie. She was in a great position, and Hattie was happy with that. She could sense that her friend was relaxing a little, and that made her happy. She hated that Felicity might not have been comfortable, or if she felt she'd been pushed into doing the painting. She looked up, and beamed. Yep. Hattie was a happy girl right now.