Illya & Rogue
Pleased that he'd brought it, Rogue set her glass down and leaned forward eagerly to pull the notebook the rest of the way to her. "Ah like sketches. They're just - full of potential, ya know?" Her Southern accent was heavy as she glanced up at him, then opened up the notebook itself. Her eyes showed delight as she began to carefully flip the pages, studying each drawing carefully before she moved on to the next.
After about two minutes and a dozen pages, she broke into a bright smile and looked back over at Illya. "These are pretty good, sug," she told him. "Ah'm impressed. You've got some talent here."