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He smiled back as he accepted his offer, and handed her the materials. "Be careful with the ink. I did not bring much with me, so do not spill it." It was not that he had expected her to knock it over or anything, he thought a fair warning was in order. When he was about her age, he had spilled a jar of the black liquid onto one of the first parchments he had ever made, and was livid and depressed for the rest of that day. He had learned to be more careful when things like that, and was at least grateful that it was not a book that was ruined.
As Dalgina drew, he pulled his work papers back onto his lap, and went back to the place he had left off before the girl disturbed him. Instead of drawing, he wrote down the notes of the individual plants, and left enough space for a picture to be inserted by them; he needed to get the actual information of the plants before he drew them, since it was the most important part. The two artists sat together in silence as each did their own thing, and persisted for a few minutes.
After copying down the usage of a different flowering plant, he glanced over at the dark girl to see how she was coming along. "How is it going?" Robert asked as he tried to get a look at the paper.
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