"Just sketching while Quinn is unpacking her stuff." he mumbled in monotone, Ellen beckoning with her fingers for him to show her. He shrugged, leaning minimally towards her and passing the sketchbook carefully. She snatched it from his hands, flipping through the pages and nodding, mildly impressed. He was actually quite a talented artist, but she did her best to hide her reverence.
"How was the journey?" he droned, slumping back as Ellen sifted through page after page. Someone with more tact might have avoided such a question given Meena's palpably sour demeanor, and Ellen revelled in the knowledge it would infuriate Meena to no end. Neither of them responded, but Meena's cheeks flushed in anger and embarrassment, it had been years since she had seen Will and she had forgotten just how
