[the shake of her head makes janus smile a little. they have no clear idea why she's as avoidant as she is, and they know that it's not their business unless she wishes to share. instead, they watch with interest as she presses the liquid chalk to the dark bark of the tree, and watches the bright letterforms flow over the surface. the alphabet is unfamiliar, but pretty to look at.]

Are you considered to have pretty handwriting? [they ask, rustling through the oreo bag now.] Writing well is a point of pride for some people in my world, even though technology has supplanted the need somewhat.