"Yeah, you did." Madison reiterated, intending on keeping this up until it didn't amuse her anymore. She looked down, the smell of paint invading her nostrils immediately as she tried to observe what Lisa was painting without bothering to turn her head. "So you paint and sculpt, right? And draw. Which do you like best? Is it like, your job?"
She snorted at Lisa's nonchalance - lest there was an embargo on pen and paper apparently, and then snickered again at what she called her. "I could be 1/8th Cherokee Princess, you never know. But it's Madison. You're free to call me that, though, Lisa-who-makes-art."