No worries. No AIM today, but around most of the day.
Sighing silently, Kevin sat back down in his seat. He discovered he had trouble maintaining eye contact with Oriel; at least, when Oriel's hands were flying a mile a minute, they proved far too distracting for Kevin to look him in the eye.
"Show me," Kevin said, pointing at Oriel's notes. "What's it do, why's it so rare, where are they found, you know. Sell me like I'm your editor," he smiled.