Brooke is one of my figments. She's pretty busy with grad school, so she doesn't take up a lot of screen time. Jimmy (my photographer figment) did a good job on this, so I'll share. I imagine the session went like this...totally ruining the mood of the image... Jimmy: You look fabulous! Now stop tweaking that dress. Brooke: I'm kinda hanging out of it. Only for you will I pose nearly nekkid. Kerry: Don't stand there like a stick, babe. Think, 'what would Dolores do?' Brooke: She's send you off to fetch her a martini, is what she'd do. And I'm a microbiologist, not an actor. Cripes. Kerry: But, babe-- Jimmy: You're the most gorgeous microbiologist I know. Now, twist a little and raise your right leg just a bit. Yes, that's right Brooke: You only know one microbiologist besides Adele's dad, and he's a jerk. And he has whiskers. So that's no stretch. Kerry: Maybe I should go get that martini... Brooke: [looks down her nose regally] And I want it dirty. Kerry: Hell, yes. Off I go. Brooke: So. Jimmy. You're putting in the dungeony magical stuff...where? I'm standing in your studio with a sheet behind me. Jimmy: Photoshop. It's magic. Brooke: That's not where you sell your pictures, is it? Jimmy: Nope. There, just think about ordering Kerry around. *clickety-click* Awesome. *clickety clickety clickety* Brooke: It's gonna take me a week to get my hair untangled. Oh, Kerry! Thank god, that was a quick martini. Kerry: I cheated. I knew you'd want one and I made a shaker ahead of time when I heard about this. Brooke: Have I told you how wonderful you are, lately? Kerry: *grins* No, but don't let me stop you.