Paige was in her room painting, as usual. "Paige?" Tony called out to his girlfriend, a glimpse of his black tux visible in the turned to face him, happily hopping off the stool she was perched on.
"Hello, Tony! How's my favorite little clock?" She laughed, then joyfully pecked his cheek. Tony chuckled and sat down on Paige's bed, pulling her into his lap.
"On time, as usual," he said. "I see you've been getting creative?" he studied Paige's painting. "It's good, but... It could use some green." Tony smirked. Paige smiled and playfully punched his arm.
"But green isn't a creative color! How am i supposed to be creatve if I put green in a painting?"
"Green is plenty creative, my dear. Look at the beautiful green leaves outside!" Paige sighed.
"Leaves are not creative unless it's in fall, when they change colors. Green is not a creative color, so the leaves that are green are not creative leaves, you see?"
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