One arm supporting Kate; the other scooping up easel and paints. It's a little precarious, but Piotr really has other priorities at the moment than the precise sturdiness of his canvas.

"One of those," he agrees comfortably, though the flush spreading across his cheekbones may give the lie to the placid tone he's managing. "Da."

A room in the bar is closer, larger, and involves less carrying of easels through narrow corridors. Isn't that handy.