"You can look now." Roo shrugged and held out his sketchbook.
The pencil lines had captured the essence of the house already; once Roo'd added in a few of his trademark flashes of colour it might even be worth framing. Although Edward had kept the existence of his son from almost everyone, he'd made a point of putting up a few of Roo's artworks – even his very early attempts – around the non-public areas of Raymond's antique shop. Since the shop had closed almost two years earlier, there'd been nowhere to display the pictures without being asked some rather awkward questions. Now, of course, people had met Roo. Edward could show off his son's talent once again.
Shall search around later and see if anyone else has posted anyway.