Ana smiled her typical sleepy smile. [color=00aeef]"This bag comes in handy all the time. Sometimes in ways I'd never expect."[/color] The girl lovingly patted the sturdy grey canvas. Old as the bag was, it was still holding up heroically. It had been a gift from her mother on her birthday a long time ago... or had it been a Christmas present? The memory was a bit hazy, it seemed as though she had always had the bag by her side at this point, her constant, and sometimes only, companion. Ana placed the bag down gently at her feet, still watching the fire.

 Ana shook her head at Mya's warning. [color=00aeef]"Oh no, cheesy is fine. I've always liked cheesy things. There's something so honest about them... Innocent, y'know? Like a little animal or something."[/color] The girl spoke the words softly while she watched the embers flitter through the air. [color=00aeef]"Also always liked cheese..."[/color] And like that, the girl's seemingly thoughtful and philosophical train of thought had derailed into a bottomless reservoir of abstraction and attention deficiency. 


  Out of the corner of her eye, Ana noticed Sky sitting nearby, looking up at the stars. It seemed she was back to work with drawing the constellations. Ana gave her an encouraging thumbs-up that lasted perhaps a bit longer than was comfortable.