Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Twilight was taking notes again. He wasn’t surprised. With as little as they knew about his culture, they’d probably be analyzing his every move to death. Maybe I could do something really weird and confuse them. He watched as the quill was dipped into a bobbing inkpot. Although, based on what I’ve seen so far, I’d have to really stretch to do anything weird enough to faze them. 