[ oh. he's not sure he likes this and he knows it makes him uncomfortable, but all that happens outwardly is his eyebrows going up as he comes to a stop at a more or less decent place to try to do art lessons, he guesses. ]

I'm not sure. I've handled my own lesson plans before, but I won't pretend like it was the most...organized experience. I...guess apples.

[ his expression is calm but he ends what he's saying on a dubious note, the creeping uncertainty getting the best of him. ]