"I'm on it!" Zack charges in, trying to yank the paintbrush back from Avery. It's... surprisingly powerful for a little paintbrush. It takes a moment of wrestling, but Zack manages to reign it in - not that the brush doesn't still want to paint Avery's face. It's still tugging very much back at Avery's direction. Zack smiles at Avery.

"Hey, I think it likes you." Joking? Maybe. "But hey, you need to hold onto it. Like this."

Zack holds out his own, neon green-dipped paintbrush, to show that he has a hold on his.

"If you ignore them, it'll get mad."

He holds Avery's paintbrush back out to him for him to take.

"Here, give it a try."