p: do you know what i want?
m: what.
p: i want to make...
m: ...
p: A GRIMOIRE.
p: a winterval grimoire.
p: sigh.
m: what.
p: you what what would have been perfect.
m: what.
p: that really fancy sketchbook that i threw out.
p: i thought i was never going to use it.
m: you mean the one in the pile of books that i was supposed to take to the ark?
p: yes.
p: oh well.
p: wait, what?
m: i saved it.
p: you have it?
p: c-c-can i have it b-b-back?
m: well, that's why i'm telling you.
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