"Oh, oh ... painting, huh?" Cooper squinted around the room. "I hadn't thought about that. Don't have much of an eye for decorating. And the last thing I painted I had to scrape barnacles off first, so it probably wouldn't turn out too pretty anyway."<br/><br/>He stretched, cracking his still interlaced knuckles above his head, and looked out the window toward the wall that encircled the Place and the ocean beyond. "Besides, painting's permanent. Ish. There ..." He trailed off, glanced over to the heap of clothing they had left on the floor, and sighed. "I might go over the wall yet."