[ a chuckle. ]

I did enjoy that, yes. I would hesitate to call anything we created art, but I liked the experience nonetheless. I still laugh when I remember how silly we looked by the time we finished.

[ it's a lovely memory, and recounting it has riddle smiling softly and slowing in his writing. of course he freaked out and yelled at first, but the inherent chaoticness of the activity, coupled with floyd's guiding whimsy, made it easy for riddle to set his ego aside in favor of disorganized splatters and patterns that made sense only to him.

surely it'll be fine to leave out a few superfluous details in these notes... plus, it's only a timeline, it doesn't need to be overly elaborate. riddle nods to himself as he elects to skip a few paragraphs. what can he say? floyd's presence is starting to lift his mood. ]

Everything? Certainly not. I wager most information will become lost in my daily life, and I'll only remember the things that are important to me. That's simply how the brain works.

[ a turn of a page, though he doesn't immediately begin reading. ]

Even so, I still want to learn and experience as much as I can.

[ he looks up at floyd, giving the other boy a soft smile. ]

You never know what will become important to you.