He offered a smile. Sam grew up without a mother figure in his life, so he understood where she was coming from. Brows threaded together, watching as she tore out a lime green paper and took it between his fingers hesitantly, along with the marker, as if she had just handed him a detonator.
"Erm..." he stuttered a little, placing teh paper on the table and stared at it with a tilt of his head. "Just...start? What am I supposed to draw?" he asked helplessly.