Somehow in the last adventure you had rather failed to give Fangorn his due attention; this time you react to the pumpkin with appropriate enthusiasm, your concentration broken by its rumbling approach. "Hullo, Fangorn!" you greet the gourd, far too loudly for the quiet library (even soft, your voice seems to pierce the silent house of knowledge like a spear).
Then you glance up to see his partner, and find yourself grinning a little too brightly at the girl, some color rising on your face. Your last adventure had been fun, but also difficult, topics broached you maybe would have been better off leaving alone. But you cannot help your curiosity around the fiery nymph; running your coal-smudge hand over your neck, you glance down at your art. "Oh, uh... I'm drawin' stuff about the capturin' the sun myth. I was gonna give 'em to Safrin. Wanna... wanna help?"
