Cooper is passing by when he sees the little postcard prints on display. They're colorful and bright, if not exactly the normal sort of thing he'd put on his wall. Then he sees the artist with the unusually-colored hair sitting there and realizes that they've met before.

He taps the tip jar without putting anything in. "Here's a tip. Get a real job." He grins at his own joke. What can he say? Cooper is both simultaneously a little old man and an immature teenager at the same time.