"Figurative scholars, not literal-mage-guild-class scholars. And you're being too harsh on Q." ...Maybe. Possibly. Cy trailed off, remembering how the younger girl had gone running blindly right into a battlefield and gotten Drake injured. Alright, so possibly she didn't make the wisest of decisions, but at least she acknowledged her mistakes. That was the first hurdle to learning and getting better.
But Cy's thoughts soon moved onwards, as she grabbed a nearby pen and tapped at the layer of notes stuck to the desk. Once they melted, they'd be soaked through and his handwriting -- normally fairly illegible to begin with -- would become utterly unreadable. While Cormac scribbled away, Cy found herself talking, the words simply unfurling like they always did when she was around him: "Artificial analogues for natural substrates. That's brilliant, I'll send them the acceptance letter ASAP. I mean, organic is great and all, but I'd rather not have to rely on stripping monsters' corpses for our materials every single time. And just think of the gil if it works."
Of course he'd already thought of the gil.
"And I can do Barwater in a pinch if you need it, you know. I am a synergist." It was probably the third time she'd mentioned the Bar- spells -- Cy didn't hold much expectation that it would sink in, and therefore didn't mind the repetition. Her employer had more important things on his mind.