"With such a wide field, make sense," Mal offered. She shifted to open her book, "honestly, just this or that, I'm unsure what I want to be, more than likely a painter." she could afford to be anything, her mother had a set it up that way.
"Right now, I'm working on people, some are strangers, some are family," she flipped to a picture of a toddler, "this is my cousin." she slid the book over.