Son, everything is my house. You're just a mess. You're still a hideous corpse. Even if you aren't covered in blood, or rotting, you're still nasty as hell.
Cover your ears, m'dear, this may be a little loud...
*After a moment, allowing Fae time to cover its ears (if it wants to), there is a Pop! and in the Kirlia's arms is a sheet of rolled up A1 paper along with a small collection of coloured pencils - all the required gubbins included*
*Grins happily* I have a little pile of allsorts back home, you never know what or when you might need a random bag of popcorn something! *The Kirlia puts the pencils etc. to the side as he rolls out the paper*