Louisa nodded emphatically, eyebrows raised at the surly portrait as if to impress upon him she would do precisely what Irene was outlining.  She couldn’t recall actually making a portrait cross eyed on purpose but it made for a solid threat.  Even though there was a very strong likelihood that he could understand them as little as they could him. 

With a mental shrug she shifted to filling in a bit of the back drop, leaving his splotchy nose for the time being. 

"Here with this one?  Not long.  I'm starting to think he's never been restored." she said with a nod to the painting.  "He didn’t mind the cleaning nearly as much.  But I got here last night and I spent most of the morning just assessing things - I'm sure there's more that'll need seeing to."

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