That little jibe about the lack of wardrobe, that was the girl he remembered from the ball. Not the frightened rabbit he seemed to see in the halls these days. He much preferred the witty young woman. Felix decided he'd have to do something about making certain she made more appearances than the rabbit.
"Painting watercolors is a very princess-like past time, very highly approved," he assured her. "As long as you stick to benign subjects like daisies and kittens and possibly still-lifes of fruit, but only if it is incredibly boring fruit. Pears. Pears are quite popular."
Later today, there would be art supplies delivered to her room. He would set that up so that she could have something to make her happier. Paper, as much as she liked, pencils, oil pastels, charcoal. She'd said sketching and drawing, so that was where he'd begin. Perhaps later she'd like to branch into painting.
It would take some time to acquire the pony anyway.
"In fact," he held out his hand. "We were on our way to the kitchen anyway, so we can find you the perfect subject for your art. I'm certain they have pears. Or perhaps, if you're feeling cheeky, we can pick out a quince."