You walked into the Bitty Store, with the idea of adopting a bitty. A lot of bitties were still set in adoption, waiting to be adopted in their little spot. Each has a label; dangerous ones, neutral ones or good ones. You spotted Ink, who was drawing peacefully with a pencil happily, with a slight focus on what's going on while he is drawing. After some time, you approached him, and he noticed you. He gave you a little smile, pausing his little drawing session.

“Oh, hello there!”