[He can't read that from this distance, so he moves toward her, shoulders swaying in time with his step. Namur looms at full height for a few moments, then squats on his toes to bring himself a little closer to her level, and takes the wax pad from her hands.]

SHEHEHEHEH!!! Why didn't y' jus' say so? An' here I was thinkin' y' was bein' a smartass.

[He laughs some more.]

A'ight so write t' me why y' smell a mermaid when y' got legs.