Seishin turned his head in surprise at the sound of his given name, not having expected anyone to initiate conversation.

"Facilier-san! Good evening," Seishin greeted, before blinking at the question. Well, he guessed he had been simply standing here while the room was slowly filling with people, uncertain what to do with all these items. He offered the tall man a friendly smile. "Ah no, it's not like that. It's just that I have never been particularly skilled at this activity."

The novelist then noticed the wide array of materials in Facilier-san's hands; the other man must have more of an idea of what he was doing, at least.

"At least you don't seem to be suffering from an artist's block yourself, Facilier-san."