His brow furrowed slightly. "I assume we are divided by a common language on that one, my dear fellow." He couldn't understand how a tablet would help one draw. Though he had known several artist who had relied on various medical concoctions for their inspiration.
George glanced around eagerly as they neared the building. "I am terribly excited," he confessed. "Meeting aliens, dancing with them... it all sounds like tremendous fun." He paused. "I doubt this will be anything like the Bag O'Nails, though..."