The paintbrush reminded Nami of their conversation earlier. "Oh, that's right, you paint sometimes."

It didn't occur to her to wonder how a wolf could paint; she'd seen stranger things. Instead she turned in her chair to face Ammy. "Were you looking for something? Maybe I could help you find it."

Being the only person she knew of who was regularly down here for art supplies, she'd taken the liberty of organizing them according to her own system.