The sheets of paper and pens That had come with their move to this new Cathedral, were, Lyon admitted, far easier to work with than the quills and heavy parchment he was used to.
The papercuts and the bloodthirsty beast that latched onto his fingers every time he got them... Less convenient.
"You just called me a bloodthirsty beast in your head again didn't you."
"Respectfully Monsieur Roathe, you do this overly much."
"... DISRespectfully... Monsieur Lyon, perhaps if you went less delightfully pink when I partake..."
