Resting the base of his empty wine glass against his thigh, Freddie arches an eyebrow.

"With a community project?" he replies, nearly a scoff. That sounds dangerously close to volunteering and Freddie hasn't done that willing since... honestly, he can't remember. He did some compulsory volunteering back at school, but that's hardly the same thing. It's not really volunteering when it's forced.

He glances at Noah's picture again, trying to piece together what Noah might be implying. "What, like graffiti?"