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StarShine 
Cosgrach couldn't tell if Mo was being polite to HIM or if he was truly, honestly denying the chance to be somewhat rich. Whatever the reason, it pleased the man, though he was careful not to show it. So the boy 90% cared about his photos... was he going to be a photographer? Better ask for future reference.
"I didn't know that. I don't know most of the potioneers here, because I didn't live here until about last year." When he kind of had to return to the country after centuries. "But I'd like to meet your father. There are quite a lot of potioneer families." Like Beverly, Kevin, Newells and now Mo. He wondered if there were more. Possibly. "So we can write an article together and share our talents with the outer world." He grinned, then. Heh. He'd like that.
He got to keep the pile? Sweet! He kept himself from looking at which pictures in contained. He could do that when Mo left. Instead...
"Thank you, I really appreciate it. So, do you want to be a photographer?"
Mo fidgeted a bit with the pile of photos when the professor didn't look at them immediately. Honestly, the man really did NOT care what they looked like? That was just... really impressive restraint. "This used to be his office. Professor Doyle Branxton." Just... why are you still talking, Branxton? Now it sounded like he was bragging, and he wasn't trying to brag.
HE WAS FEELING SO NERVOUS ALL OF A SUDDEN.
"Um. Yeah, I'd like to write the article together. I... I'd like to be a photographer, although I dunno that I'm good enough yet. I've put in some applications to study it at university, and I've taken some workshops." And he'd had a show at one of the workshops, but that seemed like bragging again, and Mo was already saying stupid stuff, so he just... shut up.