[Gren has sequestered himself in some dark corner to drink and keep the fuck away from all these lunatics with their magic chalk. His own sits, untouched, beside him. He has exactly zero intentions in toying with questionable magic.

He knows Regina has no such qualms though, so he'll push his set of chalks over to her as she heads over.]

Kock yourself out, do whatever you like with it. I'm just waiting for it to all go tits-up, which this shit always does.