[ His gut reaction is strong, and certainly foolish (reject it, as he would anything that could be construed as a handout), but after giving her words a moment's thought, ]
[ Only slightly. He considers for just a moment longer before nodding at his screen, not like she can see it. ] Then allow me to enlist your aid for a while longer.
Please return home with a paint that reminds you of her. And whatever else you fancy.
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Isn't she, though?
[ Something even their resident curmudgeonly orb might enjoy—? How thoughtful, Red. The gears are a-turnin', and, ]
Perhaps that's what I should highlight.
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Not that she minds it in particular, an eyebrow raising. In turn, her own response gets a tiny bit more genuine. ] I bet she'd like that.
Get her some privacy, too. [ ... A tiny bit. But hey, maybe orbs need their privacy too. ]
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Would she? I didn't think Sandra particularly likes anything.
But I suppose I would be cross if I had to live on a coffee table as well... [ A troubling perspective..... ]
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Consider it a mission, then. To figure out what she would like.
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[ He doesn't know her circumstances in any real detail, but one can make an educated guess. ]
Any sage words to offer?
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Be bold. And let me know if you have materials you want to pick up. [ Art friends helping art friends out. ]
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You don't owe me any favors of the sort, Red.
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... You don't owe me anything, either. [ No more explanation aside from that. Make of it what you will. ]
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Perhaps we can consider it a joint venture.
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I did say the apartment could use a little color.
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Please return home with a paint that reminds you of her. And whatever else you fancy.
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I'll have it by tonight.
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[ Even if his projects are largely solo, he's genuinely curious. Bring your best, Red. ]