LUNCHTIIIIIIIIME!
...or whatever it was, it meant being able to sit back and relax and eat. Which was basically what Leo did most of the time, so no worries.

But this time, he had brought his painting equipment. He had a easel prodded up against the table, his already paint smudged hands were rearranging the different oil paints on the table. With a brush in hand, he scratched his stubble and then started sweeping the color on the canvas.

Ah, the life!

But...he was hungry. Hm. Pausing in his creative moment, he picked up the menu and a grin appeared on his face. "Lasagna!" he almost bellowed, and poof, there it was. The sweet yummy delish food was before him to be EATEN. Heaven.

He was about to scoop some on his finger, when he heard a sort of...tune. TUNES! Jerking his head around, he finally found the source - a man with angelic white hair. Oooooh. And WHAT was in his hands? IT LOOKED LIKE A TINY GUITAR! HeHE!

He put his index finger and thumb in his mouth. "Fffppppflp!" Allright, that whistle didn't work well, he sort of just spluttered. He tired again. *whistle* Aha! He grinned and waved at the man, hoping he would turn to see him.