(Lucretia takes a seat on her little couch, and grins, pleased that Lup had bothered to go through so much trouble just for paints and brushes.)

Thank you Lup. I appreciate it. (Hopefully she can settle into some degree of normalcy here, despite having to live by herself. It will be strange, not having to worry about opening the bathroom door on somebody who had forgotten to lock it; not seeing anybody on her way to the kitchen at midnight; being able to put a hand on her things at all times because nobody will be trying to tidy up after her as she goes (Barry), or straight-up borrowing-without-returning anything (Magnus).

It's funny: at times she had longed for this kind of privacy, and to live without people who knew how to charm open a locked door and dismantle your wards with ease but now that she has pretty much that, she doesn't want it any more. Does it ever not work like that? She's going to miss the awful company, the lot of them: Merle's good jokes (and his bad ones), walking in on Lup shaving her head into the kitchen sink, Davenport's illusion gambits catching her by surprise at two in the morning, Taako leaving an abundance of clothes all over place.

Lup's clumsy shift into addressing the elephant in the room makes Lucretia sigh, her shoulders dropping as she sinks into the couch.)

Yeah, we can chat. About your brother. (They both know why Lup's here. She reaches for the bottle of wine and uncaps it definitively, handing it to Lup for the first swig.)

What's... what's his deal? Lup, he looked at me like I've never seen before.