Oh! (Lup is consistently the best. Lucretia can't help smile at the sight of the paints and brushes, accepting them all at once into both of her hands. She drops one of the brushes on her way back into the living room and has to go back for it: it's of very good quality, the handle plastic but the bristles of medium-firmness, the way she prefers this. She wonders if Lup did this on purpose, or if it was a co-incidence.

The colours of the paint are interesting, too.)

Did you pick these out? (The choices are very true to Lup, if so. Red, blue, yellow, electric green, dark pink. Lucretia's favourite is the light teal. She groups them all neatly on the bookshelf, already wondering what exactly she'll paint with them: she hasn't seen any colours as bright as these amongst Hadriel's natural scenery.)

Thanks. Hopefully I can fill the bookshelf up a little more, but aside from that I'm happy with it. (When Lup sets the bottle of wine aside, Lucretia winces, grinning sheepishly.) Um, I don't own any glasses.