She looked over at him and frowned. "I don't know what... son of Jupiter means. I think you should do what you enjoy. No matter what anyone else says." She smiled. "That way you'll be happy and since we're friends I'll be happy too." So it was a win-win situation.

She took the side of his sketchbook and began to roughly draw out Donald first. Her art wasn't amazing by any means, it was almost like a cartoon but she eventually darkened clear lines and tried to smudge or erase the others, outline the familiar shape of her friend.

It was coloring that she usually went outside of the lines because she thought it looked better when the subject was part of the setting. In made it look as if everything was connected through variant lines of color.

When she was finished, she placed the pencil down and pushed the sketchbook back so he could see. "This is Donald. He is a duck that walks on two legs and welds a magical staff. He is very skilled at using magic and usually wears blue but I don't think ducks wear pants." She'd never really thought about it before.

"I can do Goofy next. He looks a little bit like a dog but with a very long face."