"T.J.," Andros said, "Why are we painting these eggs?"
"It's an Earth tradition, Andros," his blue-clad teammate responded. "It's supposed to be fun."
"If you say so," Andros said, holding an egg up and squinting at it dubiously. He put it down and picked up a brush.
Several hours later, Andros was still painting eggs. T.J. sat down beside his concentrating teammate and had a good look at the eggs he had painted. His jaw dropped. Andros, not knowing any better, had created some very beautiful works of art.
He left Andros to his work.