Ana looked from the drawing and back to Mya with an expression that might have been expressing something akin to a sense of accomplishment. [color=00aeef]"Oh thanks."[/color] Mya went on to explain that they needed to head out if they wanted a good bunk. The concept of a [i]good[/i] bunk seemed odd. Shouldn't all the bunks have been the same? And if not, it seemed like quite the injustice for some campers to be stuck with [i]bad[/i] bunks. Still, it didn't really effect her too much, as she had a habit of sitting up all night on a regular basis. But Mya probably slept, and the thought of the poor girl being stuck with a sub-adequate bed on her account was something she couldn't abide. [color=00aeef]"Sure thing. Let's go."[/color] She slid her sketchbook and her poor worn-out pencil back into her messenger bag and slung it around her shoulder. She hopped down from the tabletop and followed behind Mya, tilting her head back to look up at the sky as she walked. This had the unfortunate consequence of her hat falling off of her head, though, in a moment of sudden and jarring agility, she snatched the cap from the air before it could reach the ground, placing it back on her head, though turned backwards this time. She continued meandering along behind Mya as the girl asked her question. [color=00aeef]"Mostly self-taught I guess. My mom used to paint though, and she gave me a few tips."[/color] Ana's arms swayed at her sides like vines in the breeze. [color=00aeef]"That was a really long time ago though."[/color]