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Avery paused a minute and looked down at his hands. "oh." He pulled then back a little bit, tucking the fingers in so they were less out in the open. "Um...I'm not much of a painter. " He admitted with a smile. "My boss wanted me to paint a sign for the store front and it turns out the paint stains a little," He lied. the waitress came by and took their orders. After she left, Avery sipped at his water. "I'm just as bad at drawing." He said and laughed a little. "Which is funny considering my mother paints and is amazing at it."