"You did? Lovely! Do you mind if I snap a picture with my phone, or perhaps would you mind sending me a print?"
Phoebe could be a little uptight about music, but there was no form of art she didn't find fascinating and hadn't studied and, at one time or another in one form of fashion, taught. There was nothing that could surprise her or cause her disgust—after all, she'd been around thousands of years! What could she have not seen in that time that she wouldn't be able to recall another artist, obscure, unknown of, or thrown by the wayside, as a comparison?
She grabbed her purse up and thanked the man in the kitchen, receiving a grunt and a nod in return, which...wasn't what she expected, but they were wearing, well, what looked like gimp masks, so it shouldn't surprise her anymore, yes?
...still, this place would take some getting used to, she knew.