Haha, don't worry. I'm awful with this sort of thing! We can suck together. ( bonding!! )

But it's the memories of a good time that matter more than the things we make, right? ( since they're at the stall now, he'll just go ahead and take a seat. ) Hmmm ... ( he picks up a brush pen, using it to tap his chin in thought. yes, he's getting black ink on his face while he does this because he's an idiot. ) I can't think! Do you have any ideas? ( and no, he has no clue that he's essentially drawn a big dark line across his cheek. )