"Rainbow, that's the best part." Always feels good to be right. She maneuvered the pad onto her back, taking great care not to bump it into the racks of art on either side of them. In the narrow walkways, such a thing was easier said than done. Meanwhile, Gabe trotted off in search of pencils with an eager bounce in his step, ignorant of—or, as she suspected, actively ignoring—her spatial plight.