[Connor actually pauses and looks up, mid-rat that's now kind of turning into a weird splotch. He doesn't actually know how to answer the question - there's the easy answer, of course, which is that he learned to get a merit badge. There's the truer answer, which is that his therapist had suggested it might be a good outlet.

Neither of them is the right answer, really, and Connor's trying to learn how to be truthful about things.]

. . . There's a book where I'm from about a planet where only one lonely prince lived with his rose. [Connor looks back down, starts a new rat.] It's famous for the illustrations that go with the words - kind of like a storybook, I guess, only not really. Anyway, it's my favorite book and I used to draw the prince on everything when I was younger so eventually, my mom got me into an art class.

[He shrugs. There's more to the story, of course. Connor wanted to be an artist at one point, wanted to go to art school to learn illustration or painting maybe, but that dream died a long time ago. Now, the only thing he really paints is his nails.]

After that point, it was all hard work and practice.