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Bombalurina 
Neva writes down a few notes using her trusty purple quill.
"I would love to read your poetry sometime." she whispered.
Sylvia grins and bites at the end of her quill, "I'd love to read yours as well!" She whispers back before scribbling down more notes. She caught Neva's eye and nodded, taking the hint. She didn't really need to get on anyone's bad side.