[ At some point in the day she spent roughly half an hour simply running her hands over different types of paper while she made up her mind about which to get, which is why she chuckles at Weiss' answer, giving the other woman a knowing nod. ]

Yeah, of course I am. [ Pulling a few bottles of ink out of one of the bags she set on the bed, Nami heads towards her desk to put them away ]. It's not practical for what I draw. [ She adds, cocking her head at the map hanging on her wall, freshly drawn with the last giant sheets of paper purchased on her first trip to the store she took her new friend to that day.

She sets the bottles down, the smile on her face warming slightly as she watches Weiss. ]

And I want to see what you do with it. [ Sure, she's flirting, but she means it. The things Weiss makes are fascinating to Nami. If she's not drawing maps, her art is little more than a series of sentimental doodles done in passing and hidden in the back of her notebook. It's cool that Weiss is so artistic. ]

Can I see the brushes you got? I've never used things like that before.