"I probably won't be very good at first, are you sure you want practice on your wall? I guess I can paint over it later if it's awful."

"I'm sure you'll do great!"

"I'm not sure of that at all but I will try to improve on the stone wall!"

And the orf goes and paints till she runs out or Bonesaw wants her for something else. She paints flowers, although she has limited data on the concept and the petals are green; she paints crickets, and stars, and swirly abstracts in crazy experimental color combinations; she spends a long time trying to make a nice ultraviolet-through-blue gradient come out smoothly; she paints a double row of teeth with sharp fangs; she paints a complicated braid, like Elves wear when they have the option; she paints silhouettes of people, Elves and orcs and humans like Bonesaw, dancing along the baseboard.

Bonesaw spends some time setting up a large hydroponics bunker for the Beauty Flowers before returning to her room.

"Woah." she says, her eyes as wide as they can naturally go as she looks at each painting in turn. 

"Do you like it? It's so much fun!"

"They're amazing!"

"Thank youuuuu!"

Bonesaw's eyes trace the curves of the braid for a moment.

"How did the brushes and paints and eyes work out?"

"They're so great! Look, I did a gradient into the ultraviolet, there, I wouldn't've been able to see that before. And it didn't hurt as much as I was expecting either!"

"Oh yeah it's a great gradient! Also yeah, eyes don't feel much if you're careful about it."

"Do you want more paints or different brushes or better eyes or something?"

"I don't know what kinds of brushes there could be but with more paint I could do more paintings!"

"Yeah! I have a bunch more walls on my room to! And a floor and a ceiling but I'd probably need different paints for those."

"I could do some smaller brushes and some larger ones maybe?"

"Sounds awesome!"

Here are a bunch more painting supplies so the orf can paint to her hearts content - or at least till Bonesaw needs to sleep.

Paint paint paint paint paaaaaint

Bonesaw is delighted to have her bedroom so painted! The orf is welcome to come by and paint more anytime she wants. 

She will not get tired of it in the next several weeks, though of course she'll cut it out while Bonesaw's doing anything that paint might distract her from, like sleeping.

Bonesaw enjoys the paintings and the additional time the orf spends around her due to making them.

Her work for the next few weeks is scaling up the Flowers, which means setting up hydroponics bunkers so orcs can grow the Flowers in accelerated conditions and harvest the seeds to be used for planting giant fields near Elf encampments. It's annoying to setup but once it's done there isn't much she needs to do - orcs are effected by the flowers way less than elves (or orfs or humans for that matter) and can get by on plugging their noses and wearing gloves while tending to them.

She can have as many orcs assigned to her as she wants and they get underway on tending the flowers for her.

One early morning in Bonesaw's bedroom the orf is woken up by the feeling of a scalpel cutting into her midsection.

"- nf."

"Nf to you too!"

"Now hold still, I gotta get this bit in soon or it'll shrivel up and become toxic," she says, easing what looks like a sliced open blue pomegranate the size of a plum directly underneath where the orf's bellybutton is. Well, where her bellybutton was - if she looked to the side she can see her bellybutton is lying on the ground a few feet from her body instead.

She does her best!

The mysterious pod goes in and Bonesaw can sew up all the skin around it and... 

"Hm. This is gonna need more skin than you have here, silly me."

Still, Bonesaw can shave off a bit of her own arm skin and then scrunch it up and use it form the orf's new extremely innie bellybutton - about an inch deep and sloping a bit downwards, right around where the mouth of the pod was located.

"What... is it?"