Bail kept an eye on his daughter who seemed to have found some other children to paint with. He knew the chances that she would produce anything close to the given instructions were nil, she always took any opportunity to color outside the lines, so to speak, but at the very least, she was making friends and seemed to be having a good time.

He peaked at his neighbor's painting which was much more to the instructions than his daughter bright pink and red and blue creation.

Bail had never been artistic in this way, he was mostly here for his daughter's benefit, but he was trying.

Emberto on the other hand was painting with far better skill than he was.

"Do you do these a lot?" he asked, as a way of starting a conversation.