Kyle found himself a seat on one of the plush couches, setting the sketchbook down on a green glass table. He flipped through it carefully, only just barely touching the edges of the pages, careful not to touch any of the art.

"This is pretty good, Quatre," he said, smiling. "And hey, I used computer paper too, back when I was poor as dirt."

Well, he was still poor as dirt, but hey.