You and Arthur were painting the camp together. You weren’t the best drawer whatsoever. Not an artist in the slightest. As the both of you finished up you held your painting up first. Arthur gave a small clap and gave a “very good.” In his thick southern accent.

Eventually he showed his drawing, your jaw practically on the ground. In disbelief he created such masterpiece. “Fuck off- you did not draw that!” Which got you and Arthur into an argument. “I did!” Was all he replied with.