Violent violet and bubblegum pink

Not for long!

Sneaky baby.

Sneak sneak sneak.

Climb up onto Mummy's lap.

And begin finger painting her tummy.

Soon...soon it will resemble the planet earth!

Except the feeling of paint being rubbed onto her stomach might wake Dora up. Wee bit.

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"Mmmph."

She grins a little, still mostly asleep, and squirms slightly.

"Tickles, B'nard."

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Bernard, for the record, PROBABLY doesn't giggle like that.

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Well. Not in front of Sunny, anyway.

"Hmmm?" Dora wakes up a bit more, her eyes slitting open. "Sunny?" The witch grins sleepily, laying a hand on the crown of her daughter's head.

Totally hasn't noticed the paint, yet.

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"Hi Mummy," distractedly as she throws in what may be something like Australia.

If Australia were purple and shaped like a heart.

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"...Woah."

Dora staaaaaares for a moment, and then starts laughing.

"Taking advantage of my tummy hanging out in the breeze, huh? S'pose that's what I get."

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"Makin' pwetty. Fink I miss a confinent," frowning.

That would be "Africa."

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"Well." Dora eyes the... landmasses. "If you put a bit more right here," she pokes her belly somewhere in the neighborhood of her navel, "it'd look a bit like Pangaea."

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She dabs it with orange. "Where Sunny put 'Lantis?"

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"Right here, I think," she says, biting her lip contemplatively. "Next to... Brazil?"

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"Nevewland."

Dab dab dab. Now yellow!

Yellow is the best, afterall.

With pink.

Maybe red.

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"I'm running out of belly," she says, bemused. "Didn't figure I'd say that for a while."

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Bernard's been watching from the bedroom door, silently, for a while, only disappearing into the flat to fetch the camera.

It clicks, and he lowers it, not quite grinning.

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"Art, Ber'd!" Gleefully.

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"Oh good, you got my good side," she says cheerfully, indicating her belly. "Anthony'll be proud of that one later, I'm sure."

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He pitches the camera onto the bed and walks out, sitting in the chair adjacent to Nymphadora's.

"The first of many worrying body-painting incidents in his future, I'm sure."

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"Gonna make baby blue," solemnly.

"...Maybe puwple."

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She reaches over and loosely twines her fingers in his. They're a little painty.

"Hear that, Anthony? Best come out with a complexion that works well with cool colours."

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He lifts her hand to his lips briefly, ignoring the paint.

"Now that you've said that, he'll probably be a redhead."

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Sunny's thinking that green would be good, then. Like Christmas!

Yes.

Green.

She grins, and throws herself at Ber'd, paint-covered hands wrapping about his legs. "Gweat Art!"

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Dora snickers. Because really, if she has to be painty, everybody should be painty.

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