Kenny and Mal
Mal looked from Kenny to the mural and gave a nod. "Yeah. It's always barely, but somehow the purple one's gonna win." That seemed to be just how Mal lived her life when it came to handling her mother. Even if she was here in the lizard form Mal had put her in, she could keep an eye on her.
"Let's hope that it stays that way, huh?" Mal had to make light of it before she got pulled in too deep. That was never a good thing because that made her thing far too much. Thinking too much usually ended up with Mal rambling about everything and anything.
"I'm gonna see what else I can get done. You're welcome to hang out. Just mind the fumes," Mal commented, shaking one of the spray paint cans.