Tuck was so engrossed in his little doodle, he hadn't even heard the footsteps approach him, so he jumped in surprise when her heard a voice. His head snapped up, but when he saw that it wasn't the sheriff, he calmed down. "Oh. Huh? Oh the doodle!" Tuck laughed, his face finally fading into an easy smile. "I'm not the best artist in the world," he admitted. He was passable at some things, but struggled entirely when it came to the human form. "Can I interest you in a drawing of a tree?!"