Odd, the things one remembers from tenth grade French.
It was a strange thing, as I drew this page I realized it's been an awfully long time since I've drawn an orange.
And this also appears to be the page where Cecilia begin her damnation to eternally having at least one foreshortened arm.
LOL. Gringo is what a family friend calls my little brother (because we're all Hispanic yet my brother can't speak Spanish) It's meant well but it's still funny :D
Et tu, Marie?
@jolokiapepper97: HAHA! Did you guys used to live in a primarily Spanish speaking country before he was born? Or did he just never pick up on it?
@The_Hankerchief: H-hank... When I first wrote this page it originally ended with a bastardized Shakespeare quote. GIVE ME MY BRAIN BACK jk there's room for two.
@mitchellbravo: He just never picked up on it. In my family, a child is either an intellectual (my mom's side) or a tradesman (my dad's side). My little brother just happens to have taken from my dad's side (he's gifted with machines) :)
Awww Marie. Sometimes it's sad being the doofus of the company.