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Espen wasn't a huge fan of arts and crafts, and yet here he was in a crafts store. Sure, he liked stuff that was useful, or art that had to do with him...and finger-painting was fun, but he didn't see what the big deal was about all of these fake flowers and wicker birds. Why not just get real ones and buy a birdhouse instead? Art was weird, that was for sure. Still, Espen figured that maybe art was just one of those things that he was too young to understand, and one of the few things that he accepted as such without a problem.

While he was curiously lost in trying to find something that he might like in this store, and Shane's back was to him, entranced in buying new things for the house and Erika especially, Espen barely noticed the boy that he bumped into while sharply turning the corner of the aisle. He was so surprised by the fact that there was somebody else his age here that he landed on on the floor and scuttled back a few paces before getting up to face him. It was like he had seen a ghost...what kind of sane kid was in a craft shop? Then he shook his head and realized that he was in one too, so maybe it wasn't so weird.

Espen looked at the kid and started to get a familiar sense of identity that he had noticed in other frequent encoutners with people who came from the facility. It was a bit of a je ne sais quoi, but for the first time he could tell that the boy who he had bumped into was a Spawn as well. Still, he was just a boy anyways, and a crazy one if he was actually getting 'stuff' from a craft shop. Espen cautiously crept closer to inspect the feathers in the bag, twisting his head at certain angles and sniffing it as well, then he recoiled in surprise and disgust.

"Ew! Mine're betta. You need to get betta ones if y'want real wings!" Espen suggested honestly after looking at Cody's strange bat things. No wonder he was buying feathers! Forgetting his manners at the sight of the useless bagged feathers and ugly bat-things, he suddenly realized that he had yet to introduce himself. "Sowwy, I'm Espen! Niceta meetcha Cody! I'm here witmy dad."

Espen could see that he had offended the boy, but didn't really know how.

"Ohhh! Decoration!" he said, finally realizing what the strange bat things overtop of Cody's wings were for: wing decorations, and he had more at home! For a split second, Espen thought about what he'd look like with weird skin things over his feathers, he didn't like it.

"What'cha doin' witthose coloured feathers then?" Espen said curiously, wondering what kind of function they could serve.

After watching Cody's wings in action, Espen had to agree with him, they might not be proper wings, and a little ugly, but they were indeed real enough and he could live with that.

"Looken fer outside things wit my daddy," Espen answered "Butchou puttin' feathers inna box?"

Espen pondered this for a second and then remembered something he had seen in a box in the basement at his house.

"I gots someting bettah denna box! Follow me!" and with that, Espen was off whipping down aisles until he got to a aisle full of large glass frames.

Espen couldn't help grinning from ear to ear, knowing that his new friend liked his idea just as much as he did. Being able to help, and knowing that his idea was better than a box, was the greatest feeling in the world. Now he had to make sure that Cody had the perfect frame for his collection.

"Daddy been shopping fo too long" Espen giggled as he walked down the aisle "Daddy uses dem alot fo all kindsa stuff! Pwetty rocks, bown papa, an fowers too! Dere mus be ten a-my haus!"

Suddenly Espen stopped and looked up at a frame that had small, white clay wings at each corner and a a small golden boarder around it. He didn't say anything this time, and just stared, hoping Cody would like it too. If he didn't, that was okay though, at least he was getting a frame.

He knew it wouldn't work, but Espen wanted to try and see if he could show off his flying skills early. He jumped into the air and flapped his wings as hard as he could, but failed miserably as gravity pulled him back to the ground as though there was no resistance at all.

"Canna fly o jump." Espen deduced while pacing. There wasn't a ladder or a step-stool around that he could see, so he decided to emulate something he had seen in a picture book, he just hoped he was strong enough for it.

Bending over on all fours, Espen made himself look as much like a step-stool as he could and braced all of his muscles.

"Climb on me," Espen volunteered "but be cahful! Iffya canna reach, ge down quick."

Espen dodged swiftly and marveled at Cody's prowess with his wings for the moment that he used them. Maybe they were better than he gave them credit for because when he jumped, he clearly got a bit of serious hang time while reaching for the frame. Still, Espen wasn't going to outright admit that he was wrong.

Instead, he ran over to inspect the full frame himself and marveled at the find.

"Wow," Espen admitted "tha waza good, umm...jump."

Plucking a feather from his wings, he held it up to the frame for a moment before realizing that there was something wrong. If he gave his feather to Cody, nobody would know who's feather it was, and he wanted to make sure that people knew that it was his feather that looked so good in the frame. Something needed to be done about that before he even considered handing his over.

"Ya neeta know dat this feather's mine if it goes in der," Espen voiced his concern while sticking his feather in his pocket. He was out of ideas for this one though, but he knew that he'd seen some way to do what he wanted, he just forgot exactly what they looked like.