Alvin almost regretted not taking one of the offered sweets, judging by the hint of disappointment in her expression. He didn't want to waste her food though and her help had been more than enough. He did realize he was being a little petulant and sulky, which seemed to be his general mode of operation these days. Rolling his shoulders, he tried to let go of some of the tension in his shoulders and passed her a better smile.

"I couldn't possibly. I have plenty," he motioned the full supply roll in over his shoulder. "Just didn't want to have to replace them if I didn't need to." Being out of work, or spotty with commissions was tricky. He had a little income, but it hadn't been nearly worth it. "My sister interns here in the summers, she might be able to salvage the brushes." He wasn't exactly sure if that was realistic or not, but it was worth asking. "I really do appreciate the help, though."