<span style="color: #40BF00">Ann knew the question for what it is. "I think he is cute and must be plagued by girls chasing after him and must be careful not to slip on their drool when passes by. That poor dear," Ann answers. It's hard keeping a straight face while she says it, but she bursts out into laughter afterwards. "And what do you think of him Claris?"<br/></span><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The sight of her father trying to mimic the portrait is quite comical. Antoinette started laughing, a most unusual sound coming from her. "Well at least he had good taste in art if not in how to reward the people that served under him." She looked at the portrait again before breaking into a fresh round of laughter. "Perhaps a childish drawing would fit you better Father. Surely some the village children would be able to draw a fine likeness of you. At least you would be smiling!"<br/><br/>Antoinette shuck her head no. "No. Those gremlins that resemble Allen and I would look to much out of place with your big bad fierce self up there father. And besides I like the one of you and mother and I together anyway." Antoinette had been a mere three months old when that painting was started a fair bit older when it was finished.</span>