There's something strange about the weird, blank book that Jaime puts in front of him with the grumble of "If you're going to keep moving your fingers like that, at least do something that doesn't make as much noise", and Bart stares at it for a long time.

"Is this like... a notebook without lines?" He asks hesitantly, wrinkling his nose. It's possible that notebooks are only meant for young children to use, guided lines for shaky hands that can't yet properly like, and then adults graduate to using these blank books once their writing is neat, but it seems so... counterproductive. "I don't understand. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to keep the lines so that the writing is always neat? It makes writing reports more consistent because of the size of the letters and..."

Jaime, for his part, waits patiently until Bart is done babbling about the impracticality of it before speaking, already knowing that he has to wait Bart out before speaking.

"It's not a notebook," he says as soon as Bart's done speaking. There's something that lies somewhere between amused and sad in his voice, the same way that it always does when Bart gets confused by the past. "It's a sketchbook. Made for drawing?"

Bart nibbles on his lower lip, "...Drawing?"

"Yeah, you know," Jaime frowns. He hadn't expected to need to explain this, "That, uh, that thing that you did, where you created that picture of yourself on the ground? But instead of on the ground, it's on paper, and instead of me flying up to see it, anyone can just look at the paper."

"Oh, but that was little," Bart shoves his hands in his pockets, a bit bashful as he shrugs, "I mean, that was silly. You know? Like, it's kind of pointless to make a picture like that when there's work to do. And cameras with photos..." he makes a little clicky motion with his fingers, "...they're much for efficient. That kind of stuff isn't very productive."

Jaime frowns, "Well, maybe in the future. But right now, it's just for drawing."

"Just for drawing?" Bart's eyes light up a bit, "Like, just for drawing? And everyone is cool with it? How?"

Jaime laughed. There was the reaction that he had been waiting for, bright eyes and a wide smile. "Art is considered a normal hobby, tons of people love it. You can use a lot of mediums. Paint, pencil, pens, it's up to you, really."

"Crash," Bart breathes, awestruck, "So crash. Oh man, oh man... I've got to try it out. Do you have a, um," Jaime held up a Flash-themed mechanical pencil, "Oh that is so crash, thisisawesomeIloveitalreadyeventhoughIhaven'ttrieditand..."

"Breath, hermano," Jaime advised as Bart flipped the sketchbook open. "I know that it's a great gift and all but..."

Bart tacked Jaime into a hug, "It is, it's great, I love it!" He zipped around the room in a blur of colour, before stopping nose to nose with Jaime. (Well, almost nose to nose. Jaime was a bit taller, so Bart had to look up, making a nose to nose stare a bit difficult.) "Hmm." He zipped a bit again, then returned to Jaime. "Hrmm."

"The speedster appears to be analyzing the room and you as a target," Scarab says, "I recommend interrogation through physical torture."

"Are you serious, ese?" Jaime murmurs. The Scarab has taken to joking and it's a twitch unsettling.

"Totally serious, my dude," Bart finger guns at Jaime, beaming, "Can I draw you? I'll be super fast, promise."

As though to prove his point, he starts going through his art in a series of blurs for about half a second before the paper starts smoking.

Bart shrieks and immediately drops the paper, leaving Jaime to start stomping on it to stop any possibility of a fire.

"Looks like drawing isn't something that you can do so fast, hermano," Jaime notes, amused at the thought of Bart doing anything slowly, "Otherwise we might have to call the fire department for some pre-emptive spraying."

Bart wrinkles his nose, the tip scrunching up and freckles gathering together, "I have to do it slowly?"

"It might do you good," Jaime raises an eyebrow, "You go through everything pretty fast."

"Yeah," Bart zips to Jaime's side and slings his arm around Jaime's shoulder, "Because otherwise, it's so boring. Doi."

Jaime rolls his eyes, "My point stands."

Bart sighs, dashes over to the couch and falls down on it. He accidentally hits his head on the armrest and rolls off the couch with a muffled ow as he faceplants into the carpet. "But there's nothing interesting enough to capture my attention for that long." There's a long pause, and then Bart shoots up, almost hitting his head on the coffee table as he stares at Jaime, "I know! I'll draw you!"

Jaime blinks, eyes widening as the implications set in. "What... but I... I'm not..."

"You're great!" Bart cheers, and there's a bit of wind before Jaime is on the couch, and Bart sitting across from him, cross-legged on the floor as he holds up his sketchbook and commands Jaime, "Don't move an inch or else I'll eat all your dessert!"

Jaime raises an eyebrow, "You're going to do that whether or not I move."

"Shh," Bart raises a finger to his lips and flashes Jaime a bright grin, "I don't know what you're talking about. You must be confusing me with someone else."

Jaime's eyebrow inches higher.

Bart pouts, deciding to switch tactics, "It was strawberry cheesecake! We don't have cheesecake in the future!"

"You did have your own cheesecake on your own plate, though, if I recall correctly," Jaime huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and mock scowling.

Bart chews on the inside of his cheek, "So it's not okay to steal food?"

Jaime's mock scowl immediately washes off his lips, "It's not okay with anyone but me," He sighs, "With me, it's fine because we're friends and I'm not in danger of starving or anything like that. Although, you could just get a second cheesecake slice instead of making me get myself a second cheesecake slice."

Bart's nervousness dissipates, leaving behind his wide grin, "Aw, but where's the fun in that?"

"I get to stay in my seat, enjoy my cheesecake," Jaime sighs at the thought, it seems so elusive and unreal after so much time with Bart stealing his dessert, "And you go run off all that excess energy of yours."

Bart hums to himself, "I do like running." He pauses, and glares at Jaime, "Stop moving."

Jaime wiggles a bit, just to irritate Bart.

Bart growls.

Jaime laughs.

Jaime ends up being shown a picture of him crossing his arms over his chest and laughing at Bart. It's a strange image, and Bart blames him for it immediately.

"You kept moving," Bart sulks, and Jaime laughs.

"It's perfect, hermano," He slings an arm over Bart's shoulder and Bart smiles at him a little.

Yes, he thinks, listening to Bart balance between being flustered at Jaime's compliments towards the drawing and trying to stay angry at Jaime for moving so much, this is perfect.