Robyn sighed. It was an incredibly slow day, even for a Tuesday. The sky outside the window was darkening, and only one customer had even entered the shop. However, that customer hadn't left. The odd-looking girl with the messy black hair had merrily skipped through the door a half-hour ago and purchased a black marker, a pad of paper, and a set of watercolor pencils. The girl thanked Robyn and Mew, sat down at the table in the middle of the room, and began drawing. For thirty whole minuets, she sat there, happily scribbling away on her new pad of paper. Every few minuets, Robyn would peek over her shoulder to see how the drawing was progressing. At first it had only been a mess of lines and circles, but it was slowly beginning to take the shape of some sort of animal (there weren't enough details for Robyn to be completely sure of what it was). Robyn said nothing to the girl, but she was so focused on drawing that Robyn didn't think she'd hear her anyway. But she was okay. After all, there were no rules about sitting and drawing, and she had bought all the supplies there. Robyn left her alone.