[She was quite sure she'd have a lovely bosom when she was older, thank you...

But Kida picking up the picture saved Sieglinde from the chore of balancing and trying to do it herself, and she instead straightens up, fluffing out her skirts.]

If you want it, it is yours.

[She flops onto her bed, feet kicking, head cocking.]

But what is it you wished to talk about? Hopefully not my lack of artistic talent- has there been any change in our communication situation?