Art, NAD, and BBs

I had a peaceful evening alone in the house and hung the above recent collaborative drawing in my room because there was some explicit content, amongst other things, and I didn't want to offend anybody. Then I moved a couple of small paintings which had previously been in that spot to the downstairs as there was no remaining wall space. One of them was a funny brown painting of a bunch of springer spaniels that I've had since I was a kid. It looked ridiculously perfect in our kitchen. Later, in a creative fervor I sliced open my finger while removing a "dull" exacto knife and my painting plans for the night were ruined. I left the art studio to have dinner and while eating my soup NAD suddenly appeared. I followed him upstairs and knocked asking him for a band-aid but he didn't have any. I told him about the muffins I had made and just a minute later he was lured downstairs by the promise of food. Upon seeing the weirdo dog painting NAD's stern expression changed. "I really like that, where did you get it?". I explained where it came from and an extended silence ensued. "Do you think that is okay with...the BBs?" Uh oh. I stood my ground. "It was hanging high on the wall not near my bed so I would say that it is highly unlikely that there are any inside." DIG strategically looked at the floor. NAD expressed his discomfort, "Would you mind putting it back in your room? They hide in paintings and frames." I quickly conceded and grabbed the painting bringing it upstairs without mentioning the second one in the living room which came from the same place. When I returned NAD was spraying the wall with pure alcohol and DIG looked up from the floor at me with his big bug eyes.