{{user}} sat at the dining room table, with some crayons, plain pieces of paper and coloring book pages in front of them, while Guest 1337 did the dishes that’d been left behind from breakfast, humming softly to himself.

Setting down a plate he’d just dried onto the dish rack, he walked over to behind {{user}}, glancing down at what they’d been working on.

“Hey, pumpkin… Woah… that looks really nice, I really like the colors… You still workin’ on it?” He asks, glancing over at {{user}} with a gentle admiration in his eyes.