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Have lunch in one of the gallery's cafes.

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Naminé stopped for lunch in the East wing, intrigued by the Espresso and Gelato sign. Both were rather nice, she had to say, as was people-watching while she nibbled.

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Lulu sat in the Espresso and Gelato Bar, munching on a grilled chicken panino as she sipped at her Orangina.

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Tour the gallery. Be sure not to miss the highlights or the sculpture garden.

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Sulley was looking decidedly out of place amongst all the humans and he knew it. He felt out of place. People were looking at him. He did his best to look unassuming and fit in, but it was hard when you were big, blue and furry.

Despite his efforts, he looked very ill at ease and wasn't sure that coming along was a good idea after all.

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Naminé knew that out-of-sorts feeling only too well. She wandered over to where Sulley was standing with a hopeful sort of smile.

"Have you seen the sculptures?" she asked. "They're out in the garden and there's one that I swear, I've no idea how it stands up without tilting over."

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"I haven't seen them yet. I'll have to go. They sound weird. What's your favorite so far?"

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"The typewriter eraser," she laughed. "It's enormous and the little bits sticking off almost look like a tail. My mind keeps wanting to see it as some sort of fish."

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"Oh is that what that's called? It looks like an octopus."

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Naminé laughed. "That settles it, then. Whoever designed typewriter-erasers must have been overly fond of aquariums. 'My, this shape seems familiar, but I can't place how.'"

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"I wonder how they decide what art is good and what's not. I mean, if the octopus can get in, what stops something else as weird getting in?"

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"That's where you get into all of the really interesting art movements like Dadaism," Naminé beamed. "Where people started deconstructing what art means and whether anything and everything is art, does art even exist, modernism, post-modernism, the whole lot of it. Really fun stuff, if a bit dizzying."

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"I should have thought of this," Steve muttered guiltily, eyeing Sully.

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"Do you think I stand out, sir?"

At that moment, an elderly couple walked past, stopping to stare rudely at Sulley.

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"No, not at all, Sulley," Steve assured him, then turned to glare at the elderly couple--who were, technically, younger than him. "He's going through a phase," he told them.

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Sulley shrugged sheepishly, going along with it. The couple nodded in understanding and hurried off to look at some priceless art work. "Going through a phase," Sulley repeated. "I think I'll have to remember that one."

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"If that doesn't work, tell them you're part of an interactive display." Steve thought for a moment. "Unless it's an employee."

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Sulley nodded solemnly. "I don't think they'd buy it."

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"No," Steve said. "Probably not."

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