He headed around, and looked around in admiration, suddenly realizing Blossom's garden was a small imitation of this one. "Greetings, my sponsor. I am here hoping that my first acceptable attempt at art would meet with your approval. Normally, I wouldn't dream of presenting one to you so earlier, but Blossom was most insistent that you wouldn't be offended if I offered it."<br/><br/>He was playing it for all he was worth, but she seemed amused at his antics usually. Once she gestured for him to continue, he pulled the easel out of the bag of holding, carefully setting it up so that it was well lit but not overly so, and then placing the covered canvas over it. "I call it 'Dance of Lightning.'"<br/><br/>He then carefully pulled the cover back, allowing her to view the painting.