Author's Note: I don't usually do these, but I thought I'd make a rare occasion of it. A little drabble with a side of mush. :grin:
Dark amber eyes glanced up, rather distractedly. "Did you need something, Qui-Gon?"
"Well...it's just...I…" Qui-Gon dithered, staring. "I don't mean to interrupt, but…"
"-But what are you doing?"
Dooku was perched precariously atop a table, amid of sea of Younglings and paint containers. A smear of colorful paint marked one cheek and several long fingers. What was more, he was leaning over what appeared to be an absurdly precise finger painting. "I'm supervising," he murmured, returning to his work. "Of course."
"Oh." Qui-Gon blinked.
There was a slight pause; Dooku thoughtfully considering his painting, Qui-Gon watching in baffled silence. Finally, Dooku shrugged. "If you'd like, there's more paper over on the table."