Quinn: "Tuning his guitar and singing quietly when he spots Ginaphae* Hey, Ginaphae, c'mere.
Ginaphae: Yes, Quinn?
Quinn: You got a minute? I wanted to talk to you about something.
Ginaphae: If it is about earlier, I am truly sorry about attacking you like that, I do not know what came over me!
Quinn: Nah, that's ok, don't worry about that. Didn't bother me at all. What I wanted was to give you this...
Ginaphae: Oh Quinn, you have been far too generous to me already, I cannot...
Quinn: Take it. I got it just for you. Even made sure it was purple.
Ginaphae: Quinn, I do not know how to tell you this, but it is blank.
Quinn: Yeah, it's supposed to be. It's a journal. It's for you to write in.
Ginaphae: Oh. What should I write?
Quinn: Whatever you want. It's a place for you to just get out whatever is on your mind. Write what you're thinking and feeling. I figured, since I'm taking over for Lucas on teaching you about this world, this might be good for you.
Ginaphae: So you will be reading what I write?
Quinn: Nope, I swear. It's just for you. Your private thoughts. Though I'd suggest you also use it as a place to practice writing in English, that's all I ask. But no one will read it.
Ginaphae: Thank you, Quinn. This is very kind of you.
Quinn: Nah, not really. Anyway, I'll leave you to that, ok? Here's a pencil.
Ginaphae: *Thinks... and thinks... and thinks some more. Of all the things that go through her mind, one thought keeps returning over and over.*
