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Cam grinned when he saw Saskia, finally back in her natural habitat. He was so used to seeing so many of his friends around their parents that it struck him as strange that he hadn’t seen more of Saskia with her father. Now they were here, he’d never seen her be more… well, more Saskia. “Clearly,” he replied with a nod, glancing back up at the squiggle on the canvas. It looked more like a duck to him, but art was all subjective. “Tortured artist?” Cam glanced around the hall, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “As someone who grew up in a house like this, I’m not entirely convinced this is the common experience of being alive.” He turned and pointed at a painting of a man being stabbed, guts flying everywhere. “I’d guess that’s probably more accurate?”
Saskia glanced back over at Cameron and shrugged. “All my friends had houses like this growing up. I don’t think it’s as uncommon as you think,” she said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “Mom’s isn’t as artsy,beo but that’s just because she’s got her whole ‘serious journalist’ shtick going.” She turned to see which one he was pointing at and then brightened, laughing quietly. “That one is about love. Heartbreak and all that. It’s very deep, right? I think we’ve all felt like that before.” Luckily, she had not experienced that in a very long time, and was currently over the moon with her blossoming relationship with Harry. “You enjoying this trip, Cam?” She asked, smiling at him. They hadn’t had a whole lot of time to catch up yet.
