"Black? Wouldn't that get hot in the summer? No one would sit on it."

Hey, look. Carpentry is his thing. Not playing colour-scheme.

"Heh. Alright, you got it! Knew you'd look on the brighter side of life."

Okay, bad joke. But he doesn't care. He leans in and blends his brush into Avery's black, lighting it up with that blue-green hue. His strokes aren't careful as Avery's, but it should be close enough for government work, and he steps back to muse at it when they're done.

"I don't know, are you sure you don't want to keep it that way? It's nice and whimsical."