#Chapter 158 Food For Thought

Grace My lips twitched. "No. I didn't get a chance with everything that's gone on today." "Good," he said. "I'm glad my souvenir will be well-received." My eyes widened. "You got her glitter paint?" "How could I resist?" He asked, his smile indulgent. "I've never heard of art programs in werewolf schools. And I don't know much about werewolf school, but at least at home, they'll be of use, right?" I blinked at him, suddenly struck with the realization that we really were from two different worlds, not just because he was a king or anything, but that lycan culture was so different than ours. I looked down at my plate. Would that cause problems later? He probably wouldn't believe me when I told him the truth. "There aren't... art programs in school." His eyes widened. "What?" "I mean, we learned colors and all that, but we don't have much by way of the arts." "Dance? Music?Nothing?" I shook my head. All of the music we had came from humans or lycans. We had no artists of our ow