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"So you don't speak, and you want something to write on? Well luckily for you I have pen and paper out right now." Conda says casually enough.

"Please, sit." He extends a long arm across the table, palm up, motioning to the seat opposite him.

Conda pulls out a fresh sheet of papyrus paper and dips his fountain pen into the ink well, and lays it all out opposite him.

"There, we, go- ahh! Ready when you are- but write SMALL... this is unbelievably rare papyrus paper from Egypt, of Earth!" 

Conda, for the most part has taken on an almost trance-like state as he procures pen and paper for the rodent creature. His eye's gloss over, covering all natural emotion but complete zealotry for the task at hand. "What fun!"