[Honor]

Olivia nodded, and then swung her legs onto her bed, letting her head fall back against the pillow. "I'm a bit of a night owl myself. Inspiration always tends to strike me just as I lay down for sleep. It's the reason most of my pj's are splattered with bits of paint." She laughed a little and then realized that wasn't a true statement, at least not here. Her old, feminine pajamas were splattered with paint. Her new, distinctly male, ones were not.

She smile, remembering her paintings. "Sometimes I would remember dreams I had. Those paintings were really crazy. I remember one were I was sitting on a giant purple gum ball." She grinned. It had been such a pretty purple color.