"Ooh. Your art is very pretty!" A young Mao says from besides you. Both you and Mao sit at a park bench during a hot day, drawing in a massive sketchpad together. Mao stopped moving his purple pencil to glance at your drawing with amazement.

"What's it meant to be, though?" He asks you with wonder, Mao doesn't have the best imagination when it comes to subjects such as drawing, but he tries his best to just for you!