[ Some of that explanation goes over his head as he briefly gets distracted by a colorful, magical butterfly that flies just over Hilda's head. He comes back to attention just as she asks him to draw for her, which gets excited nodding from him.
Closing both eyes and concentrating hard, a large canvas and paint pop! into existence in front of them. They stop, and he lets go of Hilda's hand to grab the paint brush.
This actually takes a good fifteen minutes for him to finish - so he won't notice if she wanders off and comes back. But he'll turn to look for her when he's done, with a wide toothy smile. ]
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Closing both eyes and concentrating hard, a large canvas and paint pop! into existence in front of them. They stop, and he lets go of Hilda's hand to grab the paint brush.
This actually takes a good fifteen minutes for him to finish - so he won't notice if she wanders off and comes back. But he'll turn to look for her when he's done, with a wide toothy smile. ]
[ Perspective is not his strong suit. ]