[Okay. Henrietta was too busy discouraging and bitching about how non-goth everything was to completely ignore Kenny's initial shenanigans. She gives a small huffing yelp of surprise at the painting, moving slightly away from it at first. Then she just goes back to her usual dour look, eyes maybe a little more arched in annoyance.]
Oh my god. It's so much lamer up close.
[You didn't surprise her Kenny. You totally didn't, she's just taken aback by how utterly fucking lame the painting truly is.]
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Oh my god. It's so much lamer up close.
[You didn't surprise her Kenny. You totally didn't, she's just taken aback by how utterly fucking lame the painting truly is.]