"A Mello Yello?" Marco couldn't help but laugh a little. "I think that's the most random soda anyone could have asked for. Other than... I don't know, Tab or Mr. Pibb. I like that."
He wasn't sure that he believed that Lennon just could always draw, because that sounded weird to him, but he was willing to go along with it. "You got a thing for drawing on the walls, I see," he pointed out, smirking. "It's cool your family got you lessons. And that you have supplies now? That's cool. Is it, um, like relaxing? Or challenging for you?" He kind of wanted to try himself. Not with Lennon's limited supplies, and definitely not somewhere where it would have to stay permanently, but he now regretted that there wasn't an art room anymore, either. He couldn't just grab art supplies and fuck around anymore. Couldn't make any more calm down jars, either. Why hadn't he brought his?