The text comes as a sudden, pleasant surprise and Sharon is quick to put the finishing touches on her current painting before she wanders into the kitchen, smelling faintly of paint. There are dark colors drying on her hands, blacks and blues and deep reds, and smears of them on her clothes as if she'd absentmindedly tried to wipe her hands clean more than a few times. She's a bit of a messy artist and has a tendency to lose herself in her work.

She whistles low as she enters the kitchen.

"Is there anything you can't do?" There's a distinct edge of admiration in her tone, coupled with a gentle, if childish, teasing. She grins as she looks over the mushrooms before she heads over to the sink, washing the acrylic from her hands.

"So, what are we making? And how can I help?" She asks as she dries her hands off, looking over his shoulders. She's not about to let him do all the work.