Faelan had no idea what the men were talking about, but Regulus seemed happy to be here, Sirius seemed happy to see him, and Gaius was full of smiles. Relieved that everyone was getting along and having a good time, he stepped out of their way and opened Regulus' present.
He didn't often use watercolors, but the quality of these paints was superb. He wondered if Regulus was an artist, someone who let shopgirls do his selecting, or just someone with naturally good taste. Looking up at the man's exotic robes and impeccably groomed beard, he guessed it was probably the latter. He'd have to do some experimenting with everything in the next few days. He was already imagining a new mural, maybe on the wall of his bedroom this time, if Sirius would let him...