F-327-Lia: The Elephant Suite
Farbello has moved over to stand next to Lia while they observe the paining together. He smells faintly of soap.
His eyes take on a wry cast as he responds, “I expect there may be some artistic license, loss of accuracy as artists copy artists.
“I doubt they breathed fire from the tentacle and the mouth – they’d burn the base of the tentacle.”
Out of curiosity, is it a painting or a print? Is it any good?
“Perhaps there is some kind of fluid in the tentacle to lubricate the flame…”
Her hand reaches out as if to caress the tentacle but stops short of making contact.