A very old Tuscan contract of property on velum is a precious thing but when Chrysostom reveals her belly button piercing to a bum it is a glorious thing. Her fuzzy hair is golden brown. She continues the chat and rolls little pastas like a queen Medici!
Don’t believe that she was so crude as to lift her shirt and say, Hey look at my navel. It was just a circumstance of the fabric of space stretching or a continental plate drifting to reveal the unseen while she reached above for a bowl.