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[mal_contented]

[Feed on Mal, between missions and freshly washed, hair still damp, clothes clean and in place. The bruise over one eye is about the only evidence that she'd been out in the muck until a few hours ago.]

"Alright kids, time to see how many we can kill with one stone. You need your rooms painted, I need money and to blow off some stress. So. First come first serve so long as the pay is worth my time. You provide materials, money, and the wall, I provide the art. I figure I can do one or two when I get back from each mission. So, you got my contact info here. Zap me up."

[She was also considering painting on canvases for sale, but she needed to earn more than she was making doing hair first.... And you know, have more than one client at the salon... but that was a whole other issue....]

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[guitar_hero]

"It's a gift." The Doctor shrugged. Samson's ears twitched in pleasure and then they watched the pictures go by, finally lipping the phone to one they liked. It was something stylized and wild.

Samson nickered, tail swishing.

"They say they want that but like a horse and in green and yellow. Green of grass and yellow of hay. So they can be delicious."

[mal_contented]

She flipped the phone around to look, brows up. "Really? This but like a horse. Not quite my usual shade of green, but I can work with it. Yellow, huh? Alright." she looked at the Doctor. "you heard the horse. Yellow and green paint please. I'll also need some gold and a deeper emerald green for accents, and..." she looked at the design again. "A little white and black."

[guitar_hero]

"Right I'll..." Samson snorted and scraped a back hoof against the floor, tossing their head. "Ah, they say they don't want white and black. It spooks-- er... gives them stomach burn. And for a horse that's really an epidemic." He gives Mal a bit of a sympathetic smile. "Think you could do without?"

[mal_contented]

That... was going to be tricky. She leaned back on her heels a bit, considering the wall, and her phone. "What about a really really deep blue and a third yellow, a really pale one?"

[guitar_hero]

Their ears laid back, then forward again. Then they made a small circle before snorting.

"That's acceptable." He grins. "You work well with others."

[mal_contented]

She snorted a it at that second part. "Hardly. But I've gotten used to things like this." Well, gotten used to Ben dealing with things like this then talking to her about it.

[guitar_hero]

"Yeah? Compromise? Or working with picky clients?" He smiles a bit, folding his arms as he leans against the stable wall.

[mal_contented]

"Animals that need a translator and don't think the way humans do," she said with a shrug. "At least the horses aren't soaking the floor in seawater like the Atlantica representatives." Despite the language barrier, she thought Ben preferred talking to Flounder and Sebastian to speaking to the princesses. At least their splashes were more often accidental rather than mischievous or not so passive aggressive shows of displeasure.