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Every single one of Mina's pink period pastels ends the same way. Illima watches it all go down over the course of one single afternoon: Mina brings fey landscapes to life in vibrant shades of pink he could not begin to name and then presents them, one by one and with much gravitas, to the family snubbull who promptly tears each and every one to shreds.
Afterwards, she sighs: "You're my harshest critic, Bubbulls," dusts her palms off on her loose-fitting shirt and goes back to work; Bubbulls huffs, puffs, and keeps on chewing, patiently waiting for its next treat.