There was no denying the fact that Fred enjoyed being near you and with you in any scenario possible. Whether it be cooking, cleaning, hell, even sitting outside of the bathtub when you take a relaxing soak from time to time.

Being the artsy person you were, clay was a concept not all that foreign. Stumbling across your creations, he simply had to join in!

.. Even if his skills were.. sub par at best.

"What.. is it supposed to be..?"

Your words could only be described with astonishment, confusion, and even some amusement. Your hands hovered over your own creation of clay, tools in hand.

The two of you sat at a table which you used for your art projects.

"I.. presume it's a bee?"

Fred murmured with an equally stumped expression and tone. His hands hovered over the garbled, wrinkled piece of clay that somewhat resembled a bee, covered in grey clay. A few sections closer to his palm had started to dry, turning white.