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“Look! Typist painted Christmas ornaments with our names on them!” Thalia twirled and gave their scribe a hug.

“Did she spell them correctly? Does she paint like she types?” Urania’s laughter seeped under the studio’s door, eliciting barkhowlbarkbarkbark from Henrietta.

Calliope glared at the Muse of Determination.

“What? It’s no secret that she’s the Queen of Typos… and I made a joke. Why so serious?”

“Good point,” said Cal. “I’ll go get us a nice pot of tea… and some cranberry scones… extra sugar glaze for Typist.”