Reese didn't think the drawing was boring at all. In fact, he found it haunting. "It's lovely," he commented. "You're really making me feel inferior, you know that? Music and drawing and all that shite."
He meant it jokingly, of course, he didn't mind that Penny was talented. Strictly admiring the works of people from afar got boring, but he rarely found someone he knew who was enough talent to really catch his eye. Penny was one of these people.
He finished with the register and went over to where Don kept the safe, undid the lock, and stashed the cash inside. "After this? I dunno. I've got nothing but Kant and insomnia waiting for me at home. What about you?"