Again he did as instructed, though not nearly as gracefully as she. It was, to put it lightly, a slightly flailing affair, but at least by the end he'd achieved the same pose as hers. He did his best to mimic T'y, he really did. But at least he was scraping his way through it all.

With a slight grunt, he couldn't help but ask a pressing question.

"Kitten, uh, when does the paint brush come into things?"