Daryl's lips quirked up in a brief smile that he fought to hide after and he modded back, moving to leave the room. Gave a quick "Be right back" and headed off to one of the other rooms that held a bunch of different craft supplies. Not because anyone in the house really did the creative stuff it was normally used for, but because it was good for makeshift signs and notices. Which they did use.

He came back with a small pencil box that had half a dozen full crayons and a handful of broken ones. Like someone had dumped the box out and then stepped all over them. Most hadn't been used in years. He'd also grabbed some printer paper for the kid to draw on.

Daryl held the items out to Johnny, but if it looked like he was too shy to take them directly, he'd shift the offering to Liadan.