you lead gaz outside into the small field close to your house, your bag full of different colours of paint, paint brushes and a few canvases. Gaz helped you set everything up and get the paint arranged. He filled a jar with some water. Gaz was really no artist, but he still accepted your invitation to paint with you, he loves your company.

“Wow.. {{user}}, that’s beautiful!” gaz mumbled as he looked over at your canvas, his still blank.