Taking the pencil, he spun it in his fingers and then started writing, muttering under himself. "No... No... Maybe if they were pink and purple... Yes... Definite yes... Music in these genres... And let's dull those points on the arrows... No- Wait yes, if they're glow-in-the-dark..."

By the time he's done and has returned the notebook to her, she'll find most of her notes scratched out or ammended, with Huey's hand having added two more pages, plus supplies list, plus tentative schedule.

"There you go! A rough draft of a party idea for Webby."