Well you got plenty of that. [Mia hardly looks up from her scribbling, just occasionally glances around to take in a quick detail or flash a little smile in his direction. Still not sitting. Too much anxious energy.]

Hm? You cook too? What don’t you do?

[Oh. Oh. That’s a lot of food. She catches herself staring. Is her stomach growling? Of course it is. Hopefully the noises aren’t too loud. Always hungry this one. (Not her fault.)

She finally decides to plop into her proffered seat when he asks about her book.]

Yeah! This is uh - mostly sketches? But there’s charcoal, ink, some color work. A little bit of everything.

[She closes the cover over, then holds it out for him to take. She really does mean “a little of everything.” When he flips through he’ll see mostly unorganized pages filled to the brim with art of every possible kind. Realistic line work, fantastical highly-stylized scenery. People, things. Some pieces are light and carefree, others dark and twisted. Highly personal, wholly impersonal. Just what she drew from observation and what she pulled out of her head are difficult to distinguish between.]

Haven’t painted in a while but I think I have some photos on my phone if you want to look. [And she starts fishing it out.]