Paul was pleased everyone seemed so bouncy, joyous, and happy! Even Brady seemed like he was in a good mood! It warmed his heart. He nomm'd on some more sandwiches until he decided it was time for a strawberry...and then...

"I am going to start painting, my lovelies! Join me when you're ready! You can always munch on the food throughout! I've gotten special edible paint so...if any gets on the food..." he chuckled, "It's not a huge deal!" He thought himself OH so clever.

Esme asked about his banjo, which was now NICE and fixed, no thanks to CECE. Paul clicked his tongue at the thought of the banjo-murderin' woman. "I'll play it in a bit, m'dear! I promise promise!" He grinned boyishly.

"No problem, Kay! I am happy to throw it for you all! You're all lovely and deserve nothing but the utmost respect on my part," he bowed his head a little at her before plopping down on the ground, grabbing one of the pots so he could begin this paint-filled adventure!

The Friar was in high spirits. See, the ghosts should be included more...poor things probably felt so left out sometimes. So, he was really happy to the see the ghost.

He couldn't help but overhear Brady. "Braaaaaady," he let his eyes flicker up towards the boy. "Your prefects truly care about you and want the best for you, I assure you," he didn't have a mean or rude tone, but he didn't want ANY animosity between his first years and the prefects. He had heard a little thing about that being the main reason for the food fight....and yeah, no. He didn't want a repeat of that.

"Miss Delgado, no problem! The prefects helped me plan it," he nodded. "So really, they deserve the thank you's too!" he didn't need a brush. He uncapped the bowl of blue paint and stuck a finger in it before brushing it lightly against the pot. Ahhh! Finger painting! How childlike and innocent! How nostalgic! Paul loved it.

And of course, he loved hugs, so the girl got a hug right back!