FRAME ME UP ON YOUR WALL ; open, camera

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Dark eyes watched Luna as she snapped a quick photo of herself. It looked like the motions were practiced, and Suiteheart briefly wondered if the girl had ever done something like this before. It would make sense, after all. Whatever the case might have been, it was apparent Lunafreya knew how cameras worked. She must have had some experience. "How'd your picture turn out, Luna?" the polar bear asked, arching an eyebrow.

Her attention was then stolen by Bastillepaw's quip. His facetious words caused her to form a lopsided grin upon her maw as well. "Oh, I'll be sure to let you know. What are your prices for booking?" she queried, eyes falling upon the picture that had fully developed. It wasn't anything spectacular. It was just Bastille with his bitch-resting-face. Still, she found herself laughing. "You're so lame," she teased, voice full of amusement. She wished he would have been surprised, but there was nothing of the sort in the picture. Dang it.