No one had ever told him that he had to be 'good' as it were. She definitely never told him that and he knew it. Though that scowl gets a bit of a pout out of her, "I am not." She pulls on one of his shirts and walks into the kitchen, pressing up against his back.

"You should've given me something to do while you were gone. Because I was bored and one thing led to another... You know how I get when I'm bored and don't want to sketch."