"So," Solis began, drumming her fingers on the wooden table top, "What do you like to take pictures of?" she questioned, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the surface before her. "Pretty things." Luna answered simply, closing one eye and bringing her camera closer to her face. "Then why are you taking a picture of me?" Solis asked, watching as her counterpart focused on getting a good angle. "Because," Luna started, placing her finger above the shiny, silver button that rested atop the camera. "I think you're pretty." °•°•° In which Luna is a photographer and Solis is the prettiest subject she's ever seen.