She smiles brightly at him, "Thank you. I like to try to keep fresh."

He seems so happy, and it's somewhat infectious. She remembers seeing the paintings in her own world, lying about the rubble of the library, the scenes too fantastical and lively to imagine but here they were. She reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder and tilt her head at him. "Hey - nothing wrong with dreaming."

His enthusiasm reminded her of 2, and it's always a comfort to find her friends in unexpected places here.