Cassy shrugged. "I think there's a coat closet around here somewhere," she said, scratching her belly.
Clare glanced down at herself and grinned, noting that, despite her tugging it down, the shirt had ridden back up, exposing her hips slightly. "Yeah... I've gotten taller since then," she said, rubbing the back of her head. "I'll need to start wearing a new shirt for painting soon... Anyway, on to the work." Padding over to her easel, Clare picked up a painting from a stack and placed it on the easel. It was of a forest stream in the daytime, in a small, shady glen. "This place isn't all that far from here, actually," she said. "I didn't capture it perfectly, but that's expected. Art is only imitation, after all."