Oh, that's clever! But I'm not sure what I can do... I don't know very many things, because I'm a notebook and I can only talk to people when they write in me. Um. I think I was told recently that Disney is the name of a media company but I'm not sure how obscure that knowledge is and of course it wouldn't have come from this world so it might not even be relevant here. I'm sorry I can't help you with your clever idea!

Disney is a very well-known media company. Can you do math? I guess that wouldn't rule out that... well...

He looks over his shoulder, squinting at Peter and a little bit less but not none at the others.

Peter is not even using his phone, he wants Gabriel to be certain he is definitely not cheating in any way.

Vivian sticks her tongue out.

"How would a tech prank even work, here?"

"Pete and Gabe are just being Pete and Gabe," Felicia says, shrugging.

I can add and subtract and I think maybe I multiplied once! What math would you like me to do?

Hmm. He turns to the notebook again and reads what it she wrote.

I think I'm pretty convinced that if you're a prank of Peter's you're a very involved prank and I don't think it's really his style, and he looks like he's having a hard time already. But if you're the kind of prank that could survive this kind of examination and sound so realistic then you're the kind of prank that can do math. Again, no offense.

I promise I'm not a prank! But I understand that it would be silly to take my word for that.

Yeah. Anyway, thank you, I'm giving you back to Peter.

And back to Peter.

This is Peter again. I'm gonna put you down for a little bit now while I get everyone else's thoughts on stuff, okay?

Okay! Take your time! ♡

thank you for being so patient!

"Okay, so, thoughts?"

"You have a talking notebook."

"Yes, thank you, Gabe, for this brilliant contribution to the conversation."

"Don't be mean to him."

"You have a talking notebook and she has freaked you the fuck out to an extent not adequately explained by a talking notebook," Vivian proposes. "Also technically she doesn't talk."

"Okay, yes, there is absolutely a fuckton of extra freaky shit going on here I just wanted to get the talking notebook part out of the way. It's all downwards from here."

"I still think a talking notebook is, ahahahah, pretty freakout worthy?" Gabriel himself looks like he's trying to not freak out and not quite succeeding.

"She's offering me magic powers."

"See, this is what I mean. Gabe, if you found a sentient notebook and it offered you the Wizard's Oath I'd expect screaming. Pete should be bouncing off the walls and he is instead repressing a nervous breakdown. I'm waiting for another shoe."

"We, um, may all be in a story? Or fictional or something?"

"...see that just makes no sense."

"Also the magic powers are, um, I, I may be having some gender feelings because they are very gender."

Vivian sighs, scootches over to Peter, and hugs him for probably the second time in their acquaintance.

"If you're a girl I will help you find a name and help you find an endocrinologist that doesn't suck and probably go thrifting with you out of solidarity even though fuck shopping. Unless magic makes the endo irrelevant in which case I want magic. I'll get to the epistemology but first things first."