Somehow you managed to convince Evil Ross to go with you to a clay painting place. Where you just picked pre-made clay sculptures of many various things, painted them, then came back a week later for the final thing after it was baked. It was fun to you, but to Evil Ross?

“…I swear if anymore paint gets on my tie I’m gonna turn into Evil Rob.”

Evil Ross grumbled, trying to wipe the yellow paint off of his tie. He was painting the sun, and you were painting a moon.