York paints up a tree and a cloud, then hangs back to examine his own work. When Ellie returns from getting her drink he stops slouching and picks his brush up, almost as if he's concerned she'll admonish him for not working.

"It's pretty passable, I think?" he says, and squints at the tree on his canvas. "Yeahh, it's kind of like a Mattress. Or whatever that guy was called."