Phineas has no idea what Nia's just said.

He pushes his sketchbook toward her when he realizes she's looking, reaching for his mug of coffee instead. "Guessing at patronus forms. That bulldog one's my favorite. Some people have just got a certain... face."

He squints at her, playful. "D'you know yours? Could do a portrait. Free, for a bite of that croissant."