“The egg-shaped stamps I get,” said Dom. “But what’s with the boiled eggs?”
“We’ll wrap them with rubber bands,” said Kiko. “The kids can roll them over the canvas.”
“It’s a wonder anyone takes their kids to this. Sounds like a mess.”
“A mess not in their own home,” said Kiko, stacking the sponges and eggs on a box of canvases and carrying it up the stairs. “That’s all the draw I need.”
He opened the door only to find Clark standing there, beaming. Kiko walked past him with his boxes and Dom followed. He figured he’d ignore Clark as long as he could get away with.
“Why don’t we set the canvases out to begin with,” said Kiko, more for something to do than because he wanted to. By the time the second wave of kids got in, they’d be handing out canvases at the register. Clark hovered as he and Dom worked, then eventually pulled out a recorder and descended.