Oh, it's that serval again. The one who'd joined a bit ago -- Writtenwish was her name, he's fairly certain. It's sheer coincidence that Videogames stumbles upon her -- and he probably would have moved on if it weren't for the curious voice of the unfamiliar kitten, quite frankly.
Well. There wasn't any harm in a bit of interruption, right?
"She's painting!" Videogames chimes as he trots over, quickly gauging that the kitten's question probably wasn't rhetorical. Videogames couldn't exactly blame her -- he probably wouldn't be that aware of painting if it weren't for Sheska, or all of Arrowhead's ravings about art being unproductive. Videogames was generally obligated to agree with his now-gone mentor, but ... well, it didn't really matter. "That's the seatown you're drawing, right?" Asked and worded mostly to help give a clue as to what painting even was -- it wasn't that hard to guess what Writtenwish would be painting even without looking at the canvas. "It's really good, so far!" Art was .. a hobby people were sometimes embarrassed of, right? Better to establish approval early on, in that case.

Felicity hadn't ever really dipped a paw into the arts before. Had never really seen a reason -- too many supplies to carry around with ease. It wasn't something that interested her, either. In theory, maybe. But it was far too much work for somebody like Felicity, with such a short attention span. Far too jittery, unable to even hold a painbrush.
No, seriously, how did anyone do it?
Not that that's really relevant here, considering this one is using her paws. Her name .. started with a w, right? Writ ... Written? Written something? Honestly, Felicity didn't particularly care.
"Is that how you do it? Using your paws?" Following promptly in her brother's footsteps, Felicity regards the children with half-lidded eyes. Ah, so naive and innocent. And her brother, trying as hard as he can to get along with them -- just about the only thing that's stayed consistent about him, as far as she can tell. Her paw taps against the ground, and she grins. "You do have water, right? To wash it off later?" God forbid she not bother, and just go around walking with paint all over her paw.