Caught red-handed, so to speak, Harrow lifts her hand and sniffs haughtily. "Don't forget to paint your face, Griddle. Properly. The black isn't meant to go directly onto your skin."

She reaches up and taps the hollow of Gideon's cheek.

"Primer, all white, then fill in the black. I'll know if you take shortcuts."

She stalks out of the room.