Steven made his way downstairs, Spinel followed a few feet behind, the house was far better looking than when he had returned the first time, though a few pictures on the walls were still askew.
He stopped, looking up at the painting of his mother. It was slanted, half askew. He paused, grabbing the frame to right it, Vidalia had done a wonderful job painting the artwork, it was almost lifelike.
He swore the painting breathed a sigh of releif as he made it perfect once again before meeting up with the gems on the lower floor.