"If that's boredom, I'd love to see what they make when they really put their mind to it," Kronk said, still in appreciation of what seemed like, to him, an amazing feat in design and creativity. The sky definitely took some artistic license, but that was to be expected. It was a work of art, after all... And somehow they managed to make it move, as well. That wasn't like any kind of paint Kronk had ever seen. "Wonder if the one who made it is still around... I'd like to meet him and ask how he did it. Or her, if it's a woman. Maybe I'll ask around about that later, and see if anyone knows about it..."

He continued to stare at the sky for a moment, then finally snapped out of it when he stumbled over a loose cobblestone. "Whoops... Careful there," he advised himself, turning his eyes back to the streets ahead of them.