From one room to the next, Simon trailed along behind her, taking in their surroundings as they shifted from that clinical, impersonal white to something closer to what he believed to fit the woman at hand. "Is it just me, or do you live two lives, Moana?" Simon asked, his question perhaps a bit on the blunt side, but honest in the same breath. He broke away from her side and moved to look around the room a bit closer, touching the wall, the counter, little grazes here and there to get a better feel for it all.
"But I suppose I could do a painting for your... kitchen, if that is truly what you like, though I still think that there is something quite vital that I am missing in the larger picture here." Simon gave her a knowing smile, a glance to the side that said he knew there was something that was hidden here, though he would not pry too deeply.