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When Alice said it wasn't a bother for her to draw Alina something, she smiled and wrapped her arms around the girl in a hug. "You're the best Alice! Thank you so much!" She exclaimed, before squeezing tightly and letting go to push her ridiculously thick blonde hair out of her face again. "Can you surprise me? I can tell that you look inspired and I want to know what you come up with!" Alina smiled brightly. After Alice told her the story of the art and the notebooks, Alina gaped at her. If her mama ever caught her touching any of her things, she would throw a fit. But it seemed like Alice's mama was different. Probably even pushed her to draw more or laughed and enjoyed it. She kinda felt a little jealous.

"That's brilliant!" She exclaimed, adjusting herself to lay down on her stomach on the warm grass. "Honestly, I think you should be an artist one day. You could inspire so many people with your art and I can totally see it being displayed in famous galleries around the world," Alina mused, biting on her pinkie finger in concentration. "Do you have a muse? That's a thing artists use right?"