"Look, I fetched. I can roll over, too," he drawls, rocks in hand. "Where do you want the portal?"
"I'll show you," says Phix, disentangling from deer-and-kitty snuggles to turn human and lead him to the water heater closet. "You didn't have any trouble finding it discreetly?"
"Not really, one person gave me a weird look and I told him that it was so they could be painted bright colors to decorate the house with." Pause. "He assumed I was indulging grandchildren. I didn't correct him."
"Oh, yes, but I find it's easy to get around that if you word things just so."
"Mmm. I think you could get away with giving partial descriptions of what you have with only picking things that a winged lion would have. Though, yes, actually lying would be more useful."
"And I'm not appalling at it. Not good, either, lying with the truth is still my first port of call, but, yes. Winged lion."
"If anyone asks, I will say that I heard that you were a winged lion," says Prime with a smirk.
They reach the door to the water heater closet.
"What," he asks whimsically, "would you like the painting to look like?"
"Mine is a landscape of Pantheon. Would you like me to do that, or is it too obvious?"
"Is Pantheon made of crystal spires and populated by flying pigs, or does it just look landscapey?"
"It looks landscapey. Top of a mountain by a desert, if you're curious."
He sits, and retrieves the fetched rocks, and then he starts shaping the stone. It isn't a very dramatic affair, he mostly just stares at rocks and then they seem to move under the terror of his gaze. Obviously that's not how it works, but that's certainly how it looks. It twists and moves and smooths out and occasionally adjusts itself to match the other side or fit with the decided style of the frame
And then there is a large slab shaped like a picture frame, made out of stone.
Prime snickers. "Thank you. Though that was literally the simplest part of the entire process."