So Eileen...

"Yes?"

If you could design any scene that you ever wanted, what would it be?

"Oh, that is simple, I would have myself working at an artist's easel and I would send my thoughts straight onto paper."

Yes, that is natural, but how do you expect to paint when you have absolutely no talent in art at all?

"Excuse me?"

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When you were drafted as a character, I neglected to tell you that you stink at art.

"Whaaaat?! How DARE YOU! Give me skills in art now!"

The pretentious Eileen was suddenly on her feet, wings flared in anger and finger pointed in defiance.

"And... I'm NOT pretentious!"

Eileen suddenly breaks into tears. Her mad methodolical mayhem suddenly sheds light to a much softer side.

"You can't do this to me! I'm your creation! I'm so beautiful..."

However nothing happens. Apparently, when ruffled, Eileen loses her powers that the author otherwise had bestowed upon her.

Hey, wait a minute, I never...

Eileen snickers and pulls up her brush.

"Indeed, this is what I'd create as an artist."

Eileen gives one wink and fadeout.

As for what happened to the author's cosmic powers...

"That is a story left for another day!"