She’d been kicking herself ever since she watched Dale struggle with the list of foods. It had seemed like a brilliant idea when she first conceived it—after all, he was obviously visually oriented; the picture-dictionary he’d loaned Lyra proved that. But she’d forgotten how much they’d struggled with the pictures, and that made her feel like a foal. If they couldn’t understand most of the drawings in his book, why should he understand her drawings? Especially since she wasn’t nearly as artistically skilled as whoever had drawn his book.