"I mean..." Midnight trails off with a laugh as he pours the coffee, setting the mug down by Rook's arm. This is then quickly followed by a little plate of honey biscuits that had been kept warm in the oven. "I always liked art?"

He plops down in the stool next to Rook and helps himself to a biscuit, shrugging as he explains, "My dad was a guitarist. Mom was a painter. I guess our family sort of leans in that direction. Arie, my oldest brother, he's a musician. Ulysse was into dancing for a while..."

But with looking after his baby brother and then later their infirmed father, Ulysse had had to give up that passion, something which still twists the guilty knife in Midnight's gut. He doesn't let the sad look linger too long on his face, though, determinedly pushing on and popping a piece of pastry into his mouth as he says cheerfully, "Hopefully once things settle a bit more with the Roadhouse, he can pick that up again at least as a hobby, you know?"