[There’s a beat of hesitation before she nudges the journal so that it’s skewed in his direction, to read. Not out of shyness but it just fell out of habit for her to share things like that with other people.

The writing itself was two-fold. With one hand she jotted down notes and thoughts while the other extrapolated and put them into sentences. There’s some drawings too, of people and places that she’s seen. It’s worth noting that her art is nearly as impressive as her ability to write, perfectly capturing the landscape of the Corgi town, and the lake they drank tea beside.

She clears her throat,] It’s a record of the adventure so far. This is what I used to do before- [She gestures, and her expression goes a little soft,] Before I was a director of anything. I kept records. Wrote biographies for people who did interesting things.