Calyx gave me a curt nod. “Good, what had you so distracted?” He asked curiously.
“The paintings on the walls. Some of them are very beautiful.” I said honestly; they were colourful and filled with so much detail; it was like they told a story.
Calyx looked around at the paintings, but one in particular, he seemed to focus on the most “Yes, some of them are, and some…are dark and ugly.” He said in a cold tone.
“True, but so are some people, and yet, they are still admired and cherished.” I pointed out to him, hoping he would catch onto who I was talking about.
“Good point. Anyways, shall we continue to the kitchen?”
Just as Calyx asked that question, my stomach grumbled loudly, again, making it evident how hungry I was.
“Yes, please. This b***h needs some food.” I said while rubbing
