Gwydion was making progress as he continued to move the pen across the page. It was such an amazing feeling to just put pen to paper and watch how the black ink rolled from left to right in such amazing patterns of letters and numbers. There were a few white patches to be found on this page, the long lines of a paragraph being off-set by the application of a short poem in the middle of the page that sprang up out of nowhere. Mostly his writings were ideas, though. No thought completely formed, just jotted down on the immaculate page. He had to start thinking about material needs and, to do that, he’d need some cash.
He furrowed his brow slightly. It was dollars right? Bugger.
He set his pad of paper down as he tried to sort out the monetary system as he reached for his cup once more. Slightly startled out of his reverie at the words being spoken, Gwydion actually looked behind him at first to see who she might be addressing. There were a couple of people milling about, sure, but no one doing anything of note for her to ask about so he turned back to look at her. Oddly enough, she was looking at him. “I, um…sorry?” he asked, still a bit unsure if she was talking to him or not. A trace of crimson could be seen bubbling to the surface of his cheeks. “Are you talking to me?”