She laughs a bit, gently, imagining them moving to strum the strings and the whole thing shattering. But regardless, she flips the journal open. As she navigates to a new page, they can see loopy, curved handwriting dotting through the pages, along with detailed sketch notes of a variety of people- Dipper and Mabel, Mettaton, Legion. She flips past Lup, lingers on it only a moment, and continues. There's even one of Frisk in there, with their own page of notes. Finally, she settles on a fresh page, retrieving a pen.

"Admittedly, I'm more of a painter than a sketch artist. But I've learned a quick picture sometimes describes much more than words." Lucretia glances towards them a bit, smile warm. "What should I sketch for our example?"