"I think I can handle a little glitter," he assures her as he gets up and goes down the hall, opening doors until he finds one that he's convinced is Dawn's. He comes back with a notebook with pink lined paper in it and a purple glitter pen. He sits down on the couch next to her, certain that he's not going to like what she asks him to write, but knowing that he'll write it anyway.

"Consider me your transcriptionist."