"I can believe that," Kit said. "The muses can be fickle. But all my biggest projects, not sketches and stuff but the big stuff, I get bitten by an idea and then I run away with it." He shrugged, a little self conscious. His smile was lopsided and he chuckled. "Literally, at times. I've stayed up for several days working on things before."
He looked over the work that was now completely arrayed over the long counter in Rolf's shop. Bits and pieces of years of work, that he'd been carrying around while he compiled his final portfolio and made decisions. He wanted to wince, internally, but some damage could be permanent and he'd had to save them. He couldn't regret that. And Astoria might not mention it. He wouldn't make the mistake of asking her to, though.
So he bit his lip briefly and thought and then nodded when he came to a decision. "I have some stuff in this flat in Scotland where I stay sometimes." Lived there, more like; his small flat here in London was literally just for the magical world, and didn't have a very lived in feel. The flat in Scotland was currently a certified mess of artwork.