"Hm, this can't really rival encyclopedia Plantanica. It was written as if by a child," Callan Perry said, who was the chief editor of the publishing house.
"Why, yes. That is because it is! But you should see the garden of the little girl. It is a marvel. She knows her stuff," Larriel said. The rest of the party had stayed outside of the publishing house, since they didn't believe that Larriel could get Theanore's book published.
"And how old is the author? Ten? Thirteen?"
"Two, but…"
"Two? Who wrote down her ramblings then? Her father?" Mister Perry's nose was scrunched up. This woman was wasting his time with the ramblings of a toddler!
"No, Theanore can read and write just fine. Almost all of the drawings are done by her, too. Well, some are done by her cute boyfriend. You should see them; they will melt your heart!"
