He raised a brow.  She apparently didn't want to discuss the art.  Or she would have interacted with him on the topic.  Not a problem, some asked questions to pretend to be interested to be around him because of who he was.  She didn't know that, so perhaps she was just not deep enough to really see what was there.  Some were just for the surface not the feeling that the art brought.  Those he could have real conversations with. 

He still had not figured out this woman.  He still found her interesting, as she was a mystery.  That look she had and how she stood out on the beach as if challenging the waves in a kind of defying kind of look.  Proud.  He could be wrong, but the image he had drawn had felt that kind of feel to it.

"Some can be."  He agreed.  Usually, the snobs and those that thought they were better than those around them bored him.  He found them shallow.  Some of the private drawings he had drawn dogs and animal faces on some he had been hired to do portraits of.  Not that he would have shown them that version of the drawing/painting, of course.  He had just felt they looked like that in his head and had to put it on paper from time to time.  A crow, a frog, a bulldog... etc.

"Usually, the eggs are covered in some kind of sausage and then breaded.  A light snack or lite meal."  He shrugged wondering if she would eat it or snub it.