Tobias' was such an easy question to answer that his asking of it was practically a waste of precious breath. "Fantastical." Meng's voice insinuated the more topical use of the word 'Duh,' without having to say so outright. She wasn't partial to the color blue but could appreciate the artistry in his work all the same. It was especially nice to see that he'd incorporated his natural brow into the design instead of covering them and redrawing them elsewhere as some of the drag performers wandering Midway chose to do. In her opinion, the unnatural arch made them look as though they'd just seen a rat.
What she didn't grasp was the concept that he might have painted himself for practice, or even for his sole entertainment. Gussying up didn't always have to be done with the hope of impressing others in mind. But Meng's way of thinking was almost entirely goal-oriented, and she was nosy to boot, prompting her to inquire in turn, "Why have you painted yourself so late in the evening? Am I keeping you from meeting someone with whom you'd like to roll in the hay?"