She grins at him, and stoops to pick up their beers. That done, she loops her arm through his and steers him in the direction of her living room. The couch is a bit lumpy, a bit faded and threadbare, but it does the trick. She waits for him to take a seat, and then tucks herself neatly under his arm, one hand resting on his chest.

"So tell me... why art?"