It was purely on a whim that he decided to enter the art supply store that dimming evening, but he did. And he supposes that if he didn't the wonderful painting would have never caught his eyes, and really, it was just lovely, and that would have been a shame wouldn't it. And the boy was probably too curious for his own good. So that was why he was leaning his elbows on the counter and jutting a thumb at the canvas with the question of, "Excuse me, do you know who painted that?" in hopes to get wind of the artist because surely who could create something as pretty as that. He got his answer though, a grunt and head jerk from the old man behind the counter, which was followed by the pointing of a bony finger at a young boy who seemed to be inspecting some paints, or staring off in to space, it was hard to tell from here.