"Um...Keibwa...what are you...doing?"
The Aramelle stood, looking a bit perplexed at the mess of paint and brushes on the table in front of him. Keibwa was hard at work trying to create what she called the "perfect fish stick" for the moonchill festival, but all Quinn could see was a sea of chaos in front of him. He quietly approached, looking to see exactly what Keibwa was doing.
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