"I see we've got ourselves a full blown Picasso on our hands. Might have to steal it away and hand it off to a Hollywood bigwig for a storyboard." He leaned over to look at the napkin you'd been doodling on while he worked on reshoots, leaving you to entertain yourself while he worked. You were adopted, sure, but that didn't mean he didn't care for you. He tussled your hair and patted your shoulder to get your attention "I've got a few minutes for lunch so d'you wanna go do something?"