the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Thank you." Smiling and seeming satisfied with Deimos's reassurances - the Sword is a stalwart presence in his life and he knows him to be true to his word, especially when it comes to matters of snacking - Amhran turns contentedly back to his own painting. The details unfurl on the flowers with small flicks of his brush, and soon enough he's happy with the result and sets his little canvas to the side to dry off as well.
"I think, considering his size, a cupcake might not be such a bad idea." Chuckling and sitting up straight in order to stretch out his back properly after the bout of arts and crafts, he grins towards Erebos. "Though we may struggle to cut it into slices if that is the case. Would you like me to take him while you paint, by the way?" He's amazed that the Micah-in-progress hasn't had any additions from the infant yet, truthfully.
"I think, considering his size, a cupcake might not be such a bad idea." Chuckling and sitting up straight in order to stretch out his back properly after the bout of arts and crafts, he grins towards Erebos. "Though we may struggle to cut it into slices if that is the case. Would you like me to take him while you paint, by the way?" He's amazed that the Micah-in-progress hasn't had any additions from the infant yet, truthfully.
