"Not in here." Moana paused, not wanting him to see where the painting would actually hang, at all. "Why don't I show you the rest? Here, this way..." She drifted back out of the room, and through the pristine white dining room, excusing it as 'another room for business,' and then on into the kitchen.
This room had walls that were actually painted, at least, though nothing like her bedroom. "I eat in here, most of the time. The dining room is much too formal for just me, all by myself..." She formed her lips into a small moue, expressing her opinion of doing most things alone, actually.
Of course, the kitchen was the most personal room that she had ever let anyone in, really. She could perhaps use Blanche as an excuse to not show her bedroom...