He takes his turn, wordlessly, with a smile on his face. Mimics the same action, dipping his pinky finger into the red paint this time, and signs in a flourish his name - Roland. Just Roland. Not quite the presidential signature he'd use often even in his own journal, but it's still very much his marker.

"It really does look good, huh?" Roland holds it up as much as he can, trying not to stain the rest of the page with his hands. "Let's call it...An Ode to World-Hopping Friends, by two budding painters."