Feb 01, 2010 02:06
[ Well, the book and the ink and the quill are a start in the right direction - whatever direction that is - but Clow's mind is elsewhere. There's no telling where, really, but his eyes at least are directed towards a camellia plant. He's settled somewhere in Xanadu, on a bench, with the writing implements next to him and probably yet untouched. ]
Without cheating, I'd say... maybe a week? Two, certainly.