Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

"Well."

Rolling upon her back, her wrist extended outwards and questions floated around her mind. Only quietly, and none stronger than the other. She felt in him a simple presence of just existing, and she offered it back.

"If you could be divine, do as you wanted to do, see your visions to be true-- what would you do?"

In empty walls with no godly crown upon his head, none but the ones he polished of their holy overlords, she displayed a canvas. One that he could paint his visions upon with his word, if only to paint to paint. To envision his art.