With a softly uttered spell, she rotated the easel so that the canvas faced him.  She stood by it, both physically and metaphorically, and wiped at her paint-dappled hands as she waited for his reaction.  She was never one for grand or dramatic reveals but even with her simple approach the first look was usually at least a little evocative.

"As I said, the colors will be slightly different once they've cured and I've added the varnish." 

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