"Oh," Thrawn said as he unwrapped the art from its travel packaging. "This is..."
He was not often rendered speechless, but this experimental Ithorian leaf pigment painting of Ithor's lush jungles, using a rukki leaf paste base to render textures, was beyond anything he had ever before experienced. He sighed as every wavelength he could perceive was perfectly stimulated and the composition's soothing symmetry rested his eyes. Light glistened on the leaves like dewdrops would in the true jungle.
In fact, this was so perfect that while he was hanging it next to his bed so it would be the first thing he saw when he woke up and the last thing he saw before he slept, and rearrange his living spaces so he could look at it from his desk, he was for the first time in his life consumed by the urge to display art.
He reached for his comm. "Grand Admiral Thrawn," the Imperial lackey replied. "What business have you with the Emperor?"
"I have discovered the perfect artwork and wish to show it to him," Thrawn replied.
"Grand Admiral, are you sure this is a matter that needs the Emperor's attention?"
"I would not have called if I was not," Thrawn replied in an icy tone. "Book me in the next available appointment. The matter is urgent. Ensure Lord Vader is present as well, if at all possible."
"As you wish, Grand Admiral," the lackey sighed. "The Emperor will see you in three hours."
Thrawn disconnected. A warm glow hummed at the pit of his stomach. Soon the Emperor would be shown the perfect artwork and thus the sincerity of Thrawn's loyalty.
After all: sharing was caring.