Drawing had always been one of Kate's favored art forms; it predated anything she'd ever done with fabric, and was still something she practiced daily when she sketched out new designs. She'd done a lot of sketching as a way to stay sane in the house, especially before the craft room had appeared and pen and paper had been all she'd been able to dredge up in the way of art supplies. Still, she wasn't sure if she could do what Edwin wanted - it would depend on what he wanted drawn, how realistic he wanted it, whether or not it might be better suited to paints.
After the last message on the network, she pulled out the sketchbook she'd appropriated from the craft room and set it aside. She was just hunting for the box of Prismacolors she'd also taken the other day when Edwin knocked and stuck his head in. "Come in!" she said, flashing a smile over her shoulder at him as she found the pencils. She flopped down on the couch in her sitting area, waving him further in. "So, I'm intrigued. What's up?"