Bluebell tipped her head at Lucy, confused, “Of course it can’t be both,” she made little circular hand motions as she tried to articulate her logic, “If it’s your workshop then it’s yours. He can’t pay yourself to work in it!”
She put her hands on her hips and turned to face Lucy fully, “You aren’t much of a villain, are you?”
“Says you.” It could be both, and was. At least, that was the way Lucy saw it. Even if it wasn’t really all that evil. She looks taken aback by Bluebell’s sudden question, drawing up short.
“Huh?”
“I mean look at you! Your makeup is lackluster, not nearly enough metal or flashy bits, and your witty banter is sub-par,” Bell ticked off on her fingers, “It’s like you ain’t even trying.”
“Oh! I’ve never had a girlfriend before!” she paused, “I mean like a friend and not a dating thing, I have one of those,” she flapped her hand and waved her misstep off, “English is stupid. But that’s not the point! I could do your makeup and you could like… be my teen side-kick! Like an evil Batman and Robin!”