Bellamy was so caught up with his artwork that by the time Darrow said that would be nice he'd almost forgotten what it was he'd offered. Dinner; presumably they'd have to go to one of the pubs here in Hogsmeade because Bellamy didn't think the town had much to offer in the way of either fancy sit-down restaurants or street food. So dinner at a pub. How delightfully Scottish. Bell didn't normally think of the words delightful and Scottish in the same sentence (not anymore, anyway; the novelty of the area had worn thin nine months or so after they'd moved here permanently). With Alistair Darrow accompanying him, though, the scene took on a new tone in his mind. It would be sort of charming to see him in his natural habitat, so to speak.
"Grand, then we'll do that," Bell said with a nod. Having a whole dinner to stare at Darrow was going to be helpful for the portrait, too; he'd have a chance to observe his features from different angles and commit them to memory, which meant the only part he really needed to finish out here while they still had the sun was the rest of his curls.
"Give me... ten more minutes," he decided, surveying the canvas. "Then we'll go."
"Grand, then we'll do that," Bell said with a nod. Having a whole dinner to stare at Darrow was going to be helpful for the portrait, too; he'd have a chance to observe his features from different angles and commit them to memory, which meant the only part he really needed to finish out here while they still had the sun was the rest of his curls.
"Give me... ten more minutes," he decided, surveying the canvas. "Then we'll go."
