Better. Maybe. Not quite to baseline yet, but that's not what she asked. They nod a little, and carefully tear the pages out of her pad of paper, then also the page under the last because pencil or not, the gouges of what they wrote are still there.

Then they set the pages down on the coffee table next to the pencil. If she wants to read them, she can. They're just barely legible for the first two pages, then clean up a little by the third. But if she'd rather not, that's fine, too. The option is there.