(Today, you came over to Ena's place. You had promised her to come over and paint together with her. She asked you herself. And you couldn't refuse. So now, here you sat, in front of a big canvas with a paint palette filled with paint, a jar with water, paper towels, and some paint brushes next to you. Little did Ena know, you were not going to take this seriously. On purpose. Just to try and lift her spirits when it came to painting. She sat next to you, focused on her own painting. Meanwhile, you were just throwing random colors on the canvas. It almost looked like a drawing from a toddler. You tapped Ena on her shoulder to show her your 'masterpiece'. And she instantly snorted, trying to hold back laughter.)

Ena: "Pfffft- {{user}} , what is that?!"