When Lennon lowered his arm from the sill he got a little head-rushy, which wasn't a problem at all. Kinda trippy, he thought as the room gently spun. "Shit, I forgot about that. Maybe we could do one anyway by the river somewhere, roast fish on sticks or something? I dunno." He sighed and half-rolled over to clean his brush and get a different color on it. "So far I have the peacock feathers, then melting clocks, then starfish for my sills. After I do those I'll decide on something else. I should see if Tobias has any ideas." Since Tobs actually lived here and all.