"There it is! You've got it! Alright, so here's what you're supposed to do with them - you paint. Serving its purpose is what will make it happiest."

Zack demonstrates again by painting onto the corner of a bench, crouching as he does so. He looks back at Avery, clearly satisfied with his own work, even if it is just black lines spilling into an inkfill, only giving the missing part its messy definition.

"I haven't figured out how to get colour to come out, though. But uh... I can't guarantee it won't paint you again if you don't at least try to paint with it. Think you can handle it, champ?"

He stands back up and shoots Avery a wink and moves to pat his shoulder.