"I think the bodega cat only takes cash," she remarked with a smile as he sat down, tilting her notebook so that he could view it better, the delicate outlines she'd sketched of a few of the different flowers nearby. She hadn't much time to put much else to the page yet.
"I don't actually know what any of these are called," Dolores admitted. "There weren't all that many flowers back in... well, whatever artificial desert I came from." A couple butterflies danced by, and she got distracted for a moment watching them, fingers itching to trace them onto the paper as well.
She flipped a few pages forward, neatly tore out a couple pieces to offer Markus.