"It's great!" Joe gushes with a grin, holding the sides of the 'wrecked' journal, and one very lovely fire escape doodle in the middle of all the mess.

"Your ah- oh, what's it called," (Because he wasn't so sure, when it came to art terms, he'd only flipped through her textbooks and sketch exercises whenever she happened to leave them out in plain sight in the main room of the apartment) "perspective has really gotten better and better since you've been practicing it for school. I mean, the way you draw nowadays keeps getting more and more real-looking."

Which was meant to be an earnest compliment, on her improvements.