The hostess was an unfamiliar entity to him, but Anthony made a show of being a wonderful boyfriend while she was watching just in case it might spark some healthy jealousy or encourage Fell to shed more of that dumpy Mr. Rogers facade of his. Anthony loved that crooked bowtie and paint smudged apron but it all looked better with that brilliant white smile and warm peach tinted cheeks.

He accepted the kiss as chaste as one could with a devilishly evil smile that hinted about 'later' and with the kiddies about watching everything with those huge saucer-like eyes of theirs.

"Jolly good fun?"

The words were parroted in a sing-song silly way, gently teasing the phrasing.

"I've never been much of a painter... What if what I want to paint shocks some one?"