Siebren isn't the only one that's out late in the evening. With the departure of the star monsters, walking the streets isn't nearly as much of a hazard, and Bart is taking advantage of not having to be nearly so hypervigilant on his way between work and home anymore. He's holding one of his newer notebooks against his chest and keeping an eye on the sky as he goes, and nearly walks into the older man's back. Or, his legs, depending on how high up he's chosen to float.

Wait, why is he floating?

"Oh, goodness...my apologies sir," Bart says immediately, starting to go around him, until he catches sight of the paper and charcoal. There's a brightness that comes to him then. "If you'd like, there are places just outside the village where the view is unmatched."