She holds up her hand, glaring at it. It seemed frozen, not moving even a millimeter, "I think I have a pretty steady hand." She says, shaking her head in amusement.

"Well, you're still not used to painting." He points out mildly.

She shrugs, "It's not my thing." She says grabbing a piece of paper and starting to sketch a flower growing next to a tree by the window.

He finishes the first cloud and moves onto the next one.

She finishes quickly going over to the window and holding the picture up to compare. She shrugs, not impressed by her quick sketch. It was very good though, but she has very high standards for her artwork. She crumples it up and throws it into the trash can, sliding back into her seat next to him.

The second cloud is partially done now.

She looks outside in boredom, wondering if she should go look for animals after this or not.

He yawns softly, finishing the cloud. He moves on to the last one.

She leans back playing with a pencil.

may I join this one? unless you dont want me to then that is alright :P