Jack's eyes lit up when she pulled out her sketchbook. Finally, something of substance that he could talk about with someone whose company he actually enjoyed. He took the book from her and stared at the page she opened for him. He then flipped through the next few consecutive pages, his smile getting wider and wider as he went. "Ell," he said after a moment. He paused for a bit of dramatics. He was still Jack, after all. "These are fucking awesome."
He looked at the pictures a bit more before handing the book back to her. "You really got to work, huh?" He was glad that she was taking it seriously. It meant that it wouldn't be done half assed, and she was actually into the idea. "Pres made t-shirts a while back. We can give you some money to pay for your supplies and stuff, and then you can sell with her at our table during our shows. If you're into it, I mean." He figured she wasn't putting all this work into designing stuff just to have someone else sell it for her. But, it didn't hurt to ask.