David grimaced. Art, wonderful. 

It wasn't as if he hated the thing - in fact he loved art - but his few attempts at being artistic had to be cleaned up . . . by the police and fire department. 

He got up and followed Devon, seeing his/her? sullen mood. "Hey, don't sweat it man. I'm sure we'll get another chance at that sometime later. We could talk to the counselors about it as well."