"Yeah, and painting, a little. Here." Gerry pulls a tiny notebook, apparently handmade, from his trouser pocket and passes it over. It is filled almost entirely with tiny, intricate doodles. A lot of them are Pokemon, the little critters found roaming the forests sometimes. Some are other creatures. A spider. A deer. A sketch of Mendel from memory, the Prince of Fools, a demon royal who died before Carolina arrived. Most of them are plants.

Occasionally, there is a person. A short-haired, soft-bodied man with red hair filled in with orange ink. His face is scribbled out. A woman, apparently with dwarfism, sporting curly hair. A desi man with pale streaks in his hair. His shop girls, Gwen and Helena. A robed woman with facial tentacles that would look monstrous if she were not drawn with such softness. And way, way at the back, Carolina herself. Her hair is filled in with the same orange ink--- except just a little bit at the roots.

While she looks over his doodle book, he cocks a brow at the shirt. "Fancy-schmancy," he remarks. "Might be cool with a waistcoat though. Not really your style, though, is it?"