Connor laughed, there was a good feeling in knowing that a friend, someone he was helping, had succeeded. "And this is why I wanted you to do it yourself" he said, taking out two paint brushes "there is nothing like the feeling of creating something and succeeding"

He now just could help but smile. He just couldn't stop it. Not that he wanted to. "And now we paint the paper, both sides. Then hang it to dry carefully. Once we have done the paper, we can have some dinner while it dries" 

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"What do you mean?" Kalinda asked curiously