Living In Color

"Alright. So you're five now, and you have a whole new room. I think it's time you get to pick how you want your room painted, yeah?"
Iris was all grins. She set down yet another couple of capsules. Every one was a different shade of color, now numbering in the dozens. Hard compressed to save on space. Who carried around paint buckets in this day and age? Ignoring her pack of spray paint, the Jedi plopped down, spread her arms wide. "Choose wisely, young Padawan. The Force will guide you to the correct color only if you let it." A joke for sure. Iris wasn't sure how much Valery was letting Vera learn of the Jedi yet, or how much training she was allowed to have, but she could still teach her a thing or two, right? Maybe.
"Remember, feel, don't think. Which do you feel will look the best?"
