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"A drawing? What is this, pictionary? Hah! I like that word, Ai, mark that down! Pictionary! We can market that! And for pity's sake, woman, get the man some paper! And a pen! One of those big ones, you know, the novelties - man's got big hands!"

Ai nodded her head, and disappeared behind one of the shelves. After only an instant, she reappeared with a large pen and paper in her hands - spirits knew how she'd managed to find them so quickly in the mess back there. She proffered them to Tugark, and an instant later was dragging a small table over for him to rest the paper on.

"Go on then! But first, you gotta tell me how many syllables are in it, right? Wait! Wrong game, never mind! Categories! That's it! I'm just messing with you, fella, I'm deadly serious about my customers. You draw me that symbol and you'll know in a lickety split whether I ever had anything with it on it! Unless I promised not to tell! In which case I'd lie! Hah! Confidentiality, you understand. I've got a reputation for discretion to protect!"

Nao and Blink exchanged a glance. Blink shrugged apologetically.