Wow, that's...wow. I could never draw anything like that. All I've got is words, and words are nothing.
It's things like this make me realize how utterly inferior we writers are to you artists...
I bow to your skill...
Lash: "So, like, what? That's it? Bleh, bo-ring!, I mean, come on! Where's the flaming debris, where's the chaos, where's the destruction?!"
Hawke: "Lash, art isn't about destruction. It's about revealing the true depths of the soul."
Lash: "Geez, when'd you become a poet?"
Hawke: "I am a commander, not a barbarian. If you hadn't noticed, all of the paintings and scultptures within this study are valuable works of art. I am perfectly capable of understanding such things, though you clearly are not."
Lash: "Shut up! Like I asked you!"
Dream: <Actually, Lash, you DID->
Lash: "Stow it, rat-boy!"
Hawke: "Art is about seeing the beauty of a world beyond our own..."
Lash: "That's why I got a telescope, DUH!"
Hawke: ...
Dream: <I don't think she gets it, my Lord. Anyways, good work on your art, Kina.>
Hawke: "Agreed. You are an artist of no mean skill."
Lash: "Whatever, I'm gonna go melt something..."