Sinbad couldn’t thank the proprietors enough when they handed him a towel to put over Harwood’s junk. Harwood himself was less than pleased.
“Didn’t think I was surrounded by prudes,” He stated as the family left the art exhibit, “but you learn something new every day, I suppose.”
Rolling his eyes, Sinbad just tried to wrap the towel around him without looking at him.
Marc had run off to buy more painting supplies, apparently overcome with inspiration. It at least seemed that way, given the amount of money he was pulling out of his wallet.
“It may just be me,” Dennis said, “but I get the feeling that the house is going to smell interesting some time tomorrow. And there’ll likely be a lot of portraits of us in the coming days.”
“Well, I ain’t seeing anything wrong with that,” Blaise told him. “Good ol’ Marc needs to practice, after all.”
Still flustered over what she’d seen that morning, Catarina attempted to compose herself as she went out to lunch with her husband and son.
“You should have seen it, Renauld!” She declared with a dramatic voice. “The man had no shame! No shame, I tell you!”
Renauld just scratched his arm, looking for any help from Sebastian. “Now dearest, I don’t believe he did so to frighten you. Perhaps you caught him at a bad time-”
But Renauld was just waved off by his wife. “Filthy trash! All of them!”
They were then stopped by a chubby grey dog running up to them. She took hold of Catarina’s pantsuit and pulled on it. This just got her pushed away with a leg.
“Oh, you filthy trash-eating mongrel!” Catarina yelled at her. “Away with you! I’ll not have a disgusting mutt ruin one of my most expensive outfits! Begone!”
For good measure, Catarina shooed the poor puppy away long after she had stopped pulling on her clothing.
Shark was staring at his sandwich now. He wasn’t particularly hungry, but he figured he needed some kind of food in him.
As he cut it in half, Marc was sitting across from him at the table, sketching intently. Occasionally, he would glance up at Shark before looking back at him.
Everyone else just calmly ate their lunches. Even Harwood had stopped crowing about not being able to wander around with his ding-dong hanging out. Instead, now he just poked at his salad.
“You gonna eat all that?” Sinbad asked Shark, which earned him half of the sandwich in return. When Marc finished up what he hoped was a decent first sketch, he showed it to Sinbad for appraisal.
Munching on Shark’s sandwich, Sinbad made a few confused expressions, before setting it down and swallowing, telling him something he noticed about the picture:
“Think you might have gone a bit overboard with his muscle-titties, bro.”
After Sagebear ran away from the unusually rude woman and her family, she found herself trotting by another set of houses.
Unlike the enormous palace-like establishments from earlier, these were far smaller and cozy-looking. Resuming her sniffing about, Sagebear ended up poking her head into the furthest one on the right.
“Ruff?” What confused her wasn’t just that the door was slightly open. It was also that the house was completely empty silent.
Walking in, it was clear that the room was in dire need of cleaning. Still, Sagebear kept exploring, her paws tapping against the wooden floor.
When she entered the kitchen, Sagebear was alerted to what sounded like a door creaking. Following her canine intuition, she followed her nose and ears to where the presumed source was.
“Boof,” she said in a presumed attempt to lure out whoever it was in the house with her.
Shortly after, she found herself in someone’s bedroom. The computer on the room’s desk didn’t appear to be plugged in. Sniffing around, Sagebear then sniffed at the door on the other side of the room.
Then, much to her surprise, the door began to open.