"Worth a shot." Bela said with a bemused smile, trying to picture a man who always seemed to dress in black as a connoisseur of colour.

Her gaze fell on a pot which read 'blue sky' on the label and she made a 'hm' sound as she lifted it up for a closer look, trying to decide if the colour would be the right one for the shop. At least it would be a lot more muted than blood orange.

"If you're not here for paint, then what are you here for?"