I think it's real pretty! It's-

[Emily trails off and smiles at Libby, suddenly shy. She backs off and makes her way to the kitchen. She gets plastic cups and pours them each some apple juice, only spilling a little.]

Here. [Thrusts the cup at Libby and sits down at the table with it, swinging her legs. She spreads paper out and a rag-tag collection of pens and pencils.]

And here's the things for drawing.