Elon smiled as she accepted the gift, even if tentatively.

"Alright," Elon replied to her instructions and reached for his own bag, which contrasted hers in newness and quality. He procured a somewhat crumpled piece of paper and placed it on the table. He used cheaper paper to write the first draft of an essay and then used magic to move the polished version to good quality parchment. The paper contained messy handwriting and, in some places, sketches of eyes and chickens.

"I have something done already," Elon explained. "Though I confess I mostly copied whatever this book was saying."

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