[ Grantaire’s tangents are usually so long and so wild, he doesn’t often use his communicator for anymore more than its voice option. He isn’t a fool; he knows it’s capable of much more, but he always assumed it was merely alien technology, and he never dreamed that it was something that his own world was capable of creating. ]

I concede. It appears that I have been using a typewriter all this time.

[ Color him surprised. ]

Am I right to assume you to be a writer, then? Paris seems to draw artists and poets from across the world. The most fortunate of them are even more than momentarily inspired by what they find. As for myself, I find inspiration to be a rarity in the shortest supply.