Glad to know the kid likes me.

[He shot her a brief smile at her question, laid one of his maps next to the notebook, and then his arm was moving... Well, it was too fast for a normal human, but not a blur. He was moving, carefully, just as fast as the flow of the ink in the pen would allow and no faster. He didn't want to break it.]

Pencils could work faster, like me, but they snap with the force of it. Too much needing to sharpen them.