"You're always fiddling with your camera." Lydia lay on her back, tossing a ball into the air and catching it. "Pay me some attention." Uma cracked a small smile but didn't look over. "I'm playing with my new lens," she said. "Let me have my fun." The shutter snapped, and Lydia looked over and found the deep, unblinking eye of the camera looking at her.
"Stealing my soul? You already have my heart." Lydia's eye twinkled.
"You know, there's something to that." Uma rubbed her upper lip. "If the soul is the core of a person, and people are in constant states of change, the photograph captures a moment of time. It kind of... freezes a person. Since that is the opposite of change, you could call that stealing a little bit of their soul."
Lydia's eyes widened. "I don't want to change, I like myself just the way I am!" Grabbing Uma's camera, she set it to take photos every second and then focused it on her spot on the couch. "I'm freezing my soul! I'm gonna be like this forever!"
"I think you're taking the wrong lesson from my philosophical musing," Uma said. Lydia didn't seem to hear.