Her eyes sparkled as she accepted the pile of art supplies. "This is wonderful," answered Priscilla absentmindedly as she flipped a sketchbook open and plucked a pencil from the nearby collection. Her hand was sure as she sketched a quick figure, slender like Key was with a hint of feminism in male male features. But it was what she would do after to the sketch that would matter. What in the world would she design?

"Popcorn, yeah I've had it before. The gourmet kind in the movie room at home." Though it wasn't home anymore.

Priscilla shook her hair out of her eyes and peered at Key, taking in what colors he was wearing, trying to decide if he liked layering or not. "Do you ever cosplay?" Designing something like that would be kind of fun; Priscilla would have to play whatever game character he wanted to be if he did say that's what he wanted. It would be the only way to truly understand the personality she would have to convey, and it needed to be a first hand experience, otherwise Priscilla knew she would get all confused and the costume wouldn't do justice to the character.