Slade was much more sedate when it came to drawing; it was honestly more sketching than anything else and he stuck to just using one of the black pencils for it. It was something done to keep his hands busy really as he answered Jinny’s questions.

“Yes we can go shopping. We’ll focus on what is needed first, but you should be able to get most things.” He wasn’t going to get [i]everything[/i], not without reason at any rate. Though he doubted that life lesson needed to be reinforced all that much. The young girl already knew that sometimes you can’t get what you want, and life it’s self would reaffirm that enough without him hammering it in.

“Painting a room is going to be tough” He would say as he looked about the room. The walls were a shade of cream, and he had no real issue with the color Pink, other than it was a terrible color for stealth. “But this is your room now, if you want it to be pink, we can make it pink.” And hopefully a more subdued color in later years.

His own piece of paper had half a dozen sketches on it; most of them of people he had fought at one point another, which meant most of them were capes, though there was a business rival on there as well. “If you are feeling up to eating, then yes, most powers tend to burn a lot of energy. So I suspect that as we progress with your training you’ll be finding yourself hungry a lot.” And he knew that even without training her Telekinesis she would end up eating a lot. He was training her after all. “We’ll get food first then to the store to get supplies.”

The drawing handed to him was a simple, childish thing, unsurprising since a child had made it. That was perhaps all the more reason that it affected him as much as it did. It tore at an age old wound, of the last time he had been handed such a gift, and of a loss he knew he never truly got over. Not that any of that turmoil showed on his face. Instead he simply smiled.  “Thank you, I’ll make sure to put it somewhere it deserves.” Like the fridge, so that it would never be forgotten easily.

“I’ll go do that now” he would go on to say standing carefully. “Will you be ready to go when I get back?” He would ask. He was a bit adrift, but he was okay with that for the moment. And when he left his sketch of the various super heroes was left behind. The drawing he left with was infinitely more important at the moment any way.