"Rightt, did you hang around Granny Siia one day too many or are you a relative of hers?" Whizzle asked, eyebrow raised. His eyes glanced at the book the girl was holding for a moment before looking at the book he was holding. He lifted the book eye level, studying the cover. "Oh? That's another reason for me to bother with the squigglefont, then."

He dropped the hands holding the book to his sides and shot a contemplative look at the girl in front of him. Whizzle tapped a finger at the book before shrugging. "I suppose I shouldn't hog your time longer. I'll leave you to your doom planning or to stalking your sponsor."