"Oh.." he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably. "Moobs are er.. Creatures which sit close to your head, on a part of your body and sort of.. absorb your thoughts. Most people don't know when they've been controlled by one, they just wake up and think they've had a nightmare about a man-eating top hat.. They're not really that wonderful, except for the one that helped Myrtle." he stopped talking. He figured this guy didn't need to here the 101 on everything in his home era.
Arthur smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically, picking up the pencil and observing it. "Oh, wow. My father uses pencils, they're sort of expensive, though so I'm never allowed to use them. Thank you!"
Arthur grabbed the notebook in his slender hands and nodded. "If you don't mind too much, I'd much rather bring it to you. You just never know the tone of someone when you write a letter to them. They could be insulting you, for all you know."