Returning home from work and seeing a blonde practically crouching down in front of a chair in the Pax lobby was not something Idris expected in the least. It's true that he loved things to stay interesting, exciting if at all possible, but this--well, this was wholly unheralded, by far. He paused before venturing further into the lobby, confused more than anything else.
The woman seemed very into whatever it was she was doing, and as Idris carefully drew near, he saw what appeared to be french fries (greasy, salty, and utterly unhealthy) slowly being arranged into some sort of shape that was twelve steps past any sort of geometrical figure he knew. One side of his mouth turned up in quirky amusement, and he arched an eyebrow, not quite believing what he was seeing.
Upon closer inspection, a--in all probabilty--proper bodice ripper was resting against the back of chair, apparently as a model for whatever was being created with the french fries. Now, Idris hadn't done anything in his life as vast as say, travel the world, but he'd still seen his share of strange happenings during his time on the planet. And this was honestly the first time he'd seen anyone attempt to create a work of art (the word very, very loosely used) with french fries.
That is to say, anyone that was over the age of five.
"Not sure if that's really healthy for you to be doing," he said quietly, so as to not spook the blonde. So intent was she on her work that Idris wasn't certain if she'd heard him approach or not.