"So, are you one of those artists who are never satisfied with their work, or do you keep your best for your private collection?" Dawn asked as she followed him to his section. "I ask because I've met artists like that, they'd rather starve than let some rich guy use their art for a tax deduction. Well, unless it's something they weren't happy with the progress. By that logic, the more successful commercial artists are the former, they think everything they produce is crap so they can part with everything." She caught a glass of sparkling water as a waiter passed by them, taking a sip. Gasping in surprise, she interrupted her own rambling as she covered her mouth. "Oh! It's peach."
Her non sequitur drew her attention to the fact she wasn't giving Joe a chance to answer the question she just asked. "Feel free to tell me to shut up, my brain sometimes leaks audibly." She stood in front of his artwork and listened to his explanation of his art, pursing her lips together while she stared at each section. The one that Joe envisioned his father harkened memories of her own, the man capable of alchemist feats but cooking alluded him. It was a bittersweet memory, one that she wasn't going to bring to the conversation, only noting quietly. "I can see that. Somewhat." At his introduction, she smiled and took the offered hand in her own. "I'm Dawn. Nice to meet you, Joe, glad to see I'm not the only one guilty of rambles."