A sip as eyes go from Mary to Mason, listening, finding spots where she could add something.
Superheros and supervillains? Nope, she had nothing to really offer. “Hmmm, I don’t really have any ideas to offer on that front. I haven’t seen too many of the superhero movies, so I wouldn’t know where to begin with names for villains. But maybe something foreign sounding? Or hard to pronounce? Hey, maybe a common name, wouldn’t it be harder to find a villain if they had a very common name?” she really had no idea.
Ok, she laughed, “Lumberjacks…singing…with chainsaws? Really?” that was a thing?
“I’ve found the worst to be corsets, I respect how good they can look, but count me out on wearing something that makes breathing near to impossible.” A shake of her head. “I think I could deal with the other ones.” Hell, she’d spent time at the Asylum before. The wink was returned, but Ale was more of mind to poke fun with it, “Maybe it depends on which ones, like double sided tape or do you mean g strings?” a glance to Mason, “Those are the absolute worst, I don’t recommend them.” She doesn’t recommend them, they are horrible. “Could talk about those ladies that choose not to even bother with them, the undergarments that is.” An innocent shrug.
“Even things written in stone can be ignored or erased. Best to just live your life in a way that makes you happy and satisfied, history will remember what it wants.” And it could be misremembered.
A slight bow of her head, “It’s what keeps me going.” And vitae, that keeps her going as well. “I may display it in my restaurant depending on what is designed.” She had a rotating exhibit of her art there already.
Another idea came to mind, “Or a disgruntled ghost, not happy with your work? Maybe a customer you burned in some way. Could add an interesting dynamic.” Or not, she didn’t know.
Chuckling, “I’m afraid it doesn’t happen. I haven’t played for an audience in quite a few years, so it’s just me and sometimes my assistant. Tuning can take anywhere from 1 to 2 hours, sometimes longer. Adjusting the strings, each of them, is a delicate process, not one to rush.” And had taken her years to learn to do.
If Mary quoted the bible, it went right over the Savages head. She’d never read the book a day in her life and unlife. “Ah, but it is. Whatever we do here with our time doesn’t follow us to whatever happens after death. It’s simply things to make us feel better, so I can see the comfort. But it’s an illusion in my opinion. I suppose I’ve just always been more accepting of it, knowing my day will come and nothing I do or say is going to change it. One thing though, I won’t fault others for trying to find something to being them peace of mind, whatever works I suppose.” Death was natural thing and she accepted it. Cheating it would not always be possible, her time, as a Kindred, would end someday. It sucked, but it was how it was.
“When I buy art, I buy it with the intention of sharing it with the world. I’m someone who enjoys art galleries with others, and hearing their take on various pieces. They make excellent conversations, very deep and meaningful.” Yeah, she could be deep and meaningful.