I guess I could eat. Should never let food go to waste, after all.

[He's had too much on his mind the last few days to feel that hungry, but his stomach is probably about to catch up with him.]

Oh, uh, the brush is my weapon. Though before I arrived here I was mostly using it for sports.

[Something about her tells him he should probably make the clarification for safety purposes. Like a fencer's foil, it's sporting equipment until he really needs it not to be.]

As for art...well, I prefer poetry, actually.