Islanzadi chuckled. "Well, I can't manage to explain all of the intentions of humans, so I'll have to agree with you." She told him.
She looked at the painting Cicero was now examining. She had never really liked abstract art, but it was interesting. She assumed Cicero knew what it was.
Cicero squinted and backed away. Only to get close again with a frown. He looked to the plaque on the wall and read it aloud, "Water lilies? Islanzadi, I believe this artist was blind. That looks nothing like them." He shook his head and looked to her in bewilderment.
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