Eve licked her lips, tasting the bits of her slushie on them. She had finished her hot dog already, she liked to feel the sweetness of a raspberry slushie without interference.
"Are you distressed in any way?" She asked Molly, because dyspraxia didn't sound right if she had painted so well before. "Maybe you should give it time. You seem to get along just fine with painting the sea."
Eve shook her head and took a sip off her slushie with the straw at the same time. "No, I haven't been there. What do they sell, anything worthwhile?" Eve smiled at Molly's suspicion about the extra-charge for frames. "That's usually how they get you. Frames."