Gia frowned at the mention that there might be airbrushing. One such pencil -- the orange one -- was brought out from where it'd been stuck behind her ear and tapped against the end of Emily's nose in a very light reprimand. "I don't have to airbrush what's already beautiful enough by far." Emily didn't see herself in the right light, of that Gia was certain, and she wished that she had a way to make it happen. Just as -- "No?" The pencil came back to tap her pursed lips. "No, I think you could. If you had bones like a bird and the wings were enhanced with magic then it should work. Fairies can fly after all." They were real, too! Gia had wanted to call her father and brother up just to rub their noses in the fact that she'd been right and hadn't been believing in silly nonsensical tales for her entire life. She didn't think too much on that, however, her thoughts had been swept up by the idea of Emily being able to fly. "I'm very nearly certain..." Her voice trailed off as she realized that the thought had vanished. Oh, she hated when that happened! It had been a good one, too.
Any frowns vanished when Emily's head rested on her shoulder. Instead a gentle, familiar smile took their place and she leaned over to press a kiss against the dark hair, breathing in deeply to let her scent wash through her. "Mmmm, you must have the best butterfly pictures of anyone in the world. You should've become a professional photographer. You've the talent for it." This was not the first time she'd said so and there was no change it'd be the last. Gia didn't care if Emily was eighty, she'd still encourage her to do it if she hadn't already. "Are these pictures from that slumber party we had? Please tell me you've one of Emilia falling on me at Twister. I don't think I've seen her looking that horrified since she married Doran." Gia dropped the pencil onto the nearest stand without a hint of remorse in her voice or on her face for what she'd said. She'd never made her opinion secret, most especially not to Emily, and she just didn't like the man. A pleased noise slipped out of her lips as she stretched, feeling her muscles calling for the change, but it wasn't necessary yet and she'd always take advantage of the quiet moments she had alone with Emily. That was a lesson she'd learned decades ago and wasn't likely to forget.
Still smiling, Gia slid off the arm of the chair and into Emily's lap, the sketchpad falling to the floor as she shifted and made no move to grab it. "When you fall asleep I'll warm your nose," she teased, fluttering a finger lightly against the tip of her nose to mimic her wings. "Until you wake up to keep me company again."