Originally Posted by Anna Banana

In a way, Blake was lucky to not have any siblings. There were times when Isla felt like trading hers to the circus. But then she couldn't imagine her life without them either, and if anything ever happened to them, life would never be the same.

All thoughts of siblings left her mind, though, when Blake mentioned being sucked into a portrait. "What a second, you...did what?" she asked. "I'd heard about the others, but not about yours! Where did this happen? What did it feel like?" She had so many questions, but she thought it was best to throw out one or two to start off with.

She had heard him say something about his first year being in France, but by now, the portraits were all Isla could focus on. That is, until their own personal banshee decided to interrupt the conversation. "Oh, come on," she mumbled, "I thought she was fast asleep!" She instinctively started fumbling for the diaper bag, but maybe if Blake rocked the stroller again, she'd go back to sleep. "Want me to try moving the stroller?" She began rocking the stroller back and forth to give Blake a break.