"Yeah well. Don't look at me. I couldn't art my way out of a paper bag. I only fix shit."

She tosses the mop down to the floor and hops down one of the stools to join her winged companion.

"That's 'tequila', and it gives me an idea."

She strokes her chin, looking over the collection of scraps.

"What better for creativity than a few drinks? Just to loosen things up and let the creative juices flow and stuff."