He has no plan and halfway through he thinks he really should have made one; it might look more cohesive and structured. What he produces isn't bad--it's perhaps best described as abstract, but he's sure he could do better with more preparation and an actual subject. The shapes eventually give way to red that bursts forth like a spray of a bouquet, the striking blue of Miranda's event posters, and other colors and strokes that feel like today. He forgets anyone is there beside him. He forgets he's supposed to be helping the rest of the guests.

Until a miniscule movement catches his eye and he gives Alec a guilty look that barely contains his inner joy. "Rather took that over, didn't I. Here." He offered the brushes back. "I should let you do your own work."