Phoebus strolled into Scrivenshafts with Daphne on his arm (that just sounded FANTASTIC in his head) and not a whole lot of knowledge in his noggin as to what he should do now that they'd arrived." So. Self correcting quills right?" He said, glancing over at her and then back at the display of color changing quills before him. " Maybe I'll look into getting myself a new one. The one I've got is sort of like...bent." He said, making his free hand sort of flop over, like his wrist was useless.