Letting go of her coffee, she pulls the sketchbook closer, careful, like she's afraid she'll smudge it. And though her eyes are hidden behind her shades, which, honestly, look ridiculous, her lips do tug into a grin. "These are great, new kid. Love the parrot. Very accurate."

Eyes still fixed on the sketches, she slides her croissant toward him. "Pretty sure it's a peacock. Only got a partial...manifestation? Formation?"