The last thing Bryony had expected was for Dean to begin talking about his own family - let alone something that was decidedly less than perfect. She had been raised always to make it seem like everything was okay - even when it wasn't - so she still had problems admitting quite how bad her home life could get even to Marcus, let alone to someone she'd known a handful of months. She didn't mind, she even appreciated what Dean was trying to do, but she didn't know how to respond beyond nodding that she remembered the portrait.
Part of her wished she could explain the real reason she was so concerned about this particular portrait. It wasn't because she was trying to live up to her own high standards, but because she was trying to match her sister's unreasonable ones - and knowing she would fail. Shauna wouldn't look at the picture and see the effort Bryony had put in. She'd just see a failure, always a failure. Bryony knew it, and knew that the effort was wasted - but she couldn't just stop trying. It was exhausting, and she couldn't even talk about it. "It was good, though," she said, not knowing what else to say. "The portrait. A lot of people admired it. It was really good."
She felt much more comfortable with the topic of muggle culture, even though she was totally ignorant on the subject. She closed her eyes slightly, trying to picture what Dean described, but really unable to do so. "It sounds... compicated," she murmured. "Why do they do it that way, if they can just point a camera at some actors and record what they're doing?" She didn't meant to disparage cartoons - she still didn't really understand what they were - but it seemed like an awful lot of work when her understanding of recorded films was that it would be much easier.