Drawing

"What'cha drawing?" Nora asked, leaning her head over his sketchbook.

"Just sketching the chamber."

"Wouldn't taking a picture be faster?"

"Psh," Brock grunted, seemingly offended, "do you have a camera?"

"Nah, forgot it."

"Well there you go. Besides, taking pictures is a fine artform, but it lacks the... effort, I guess. Not that proper camera work doesn't take effort or skill, but drawing has been around for much longer, and has more tradition, and nuance, and techniques to express oneself with."

"...Right."

He sighed. "Sorry, I just take pride in my work. I'm just not a fan of cameras."

"I guess I can respect that."

"Anyway, do you want to see? It's nowhere near complete though."

"Sure."

Nora took the sketchbook. Inside was a half finished sketch of the chamber they were sitting in, though even in its half completed state it was intricate and detailed.

"Whoah. This is really good!"

"Thanks," he said, taking his sketchbook back, "but it still needs work."