How Green Becomes Wood

"She hid it well," Dark said, picking up his own sandwich and, as he so often did, began to tear it into smaller pieces so he could dip it into the soup, "but I could tell she was struggling with it. But I also think I would struggle more with if I was shown the picture before she was born and was told this is what it would be like. Now I know that she is messy regardless of what I do, so..." He shrugged, "As long as she is outside when doing something like that, I can be certain she will be clean before returning indoors, and being as messy as her, I am at peace. Unfortunately, it is good for her development."
 
Xander snickered. "Unfortunately, it is good for her development," he parroted quietly, seeming genuinely amused by the statement.

Alec glanced at him, momentarily confused, and then turned back to Dark. "So, do you think you could manage to finger paint with her next time? Or is this an uncles and brothers only event?"
 
"That depends," Dark said, taking a brief glance at Xander, "If I were to be involved, would it stay finger-painting? Because from what it would seem, it became full body painting. I would prefer to not be covered head to toe in paint."
 
"Maybe she just need practice and direction from someone who actually wants all the paint to stay on the paper," Alec grinned. "Although, I think Enkidu was a genuine accident. Good thing Kiki wasn't out there!"
 
"Yeah, definitely not two in one day," Alec chuckled.

Xander finished off the last of his soup before answering. "Nah. I'm good with my fingers the way they are. No need to paint them."

"No, painting with your fingers," Alec explained.

Xander frowned. "How else would you paint? With your feet? Or your mouth?"
 
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