The sight of Kio returning her smile was a good sign. She would have no trouble in getting him to perform the necessary work she needed done. So long as she didn't touch any sore spots relating to this "Sou-chan" of his, he would be easy to shape into a personal assistant of sorts.
"The way I see it, if we're going to have difficulties of the sort we had yesterday, then we should cut out the tedious process of passing on your skills to me and just make use of the skills you already possess," she explained, lacing her fingers below her chin and leaning on top of them. "Why don't we just go over to the bulletin board together after we've eaten and have you read me the important-looking messages? Then I can dictate replies for you to post up on the board for me. It's not a perfect solution, but I imagine it would work until I can find some more effective way to learn written language. Who knows? Maybe watching you write while I dictate will itself be a way to help me learn."
She tilted her head sweetly and asked, "What do you say? If that's too much trouble, just let me know. But it would help ever so much if you could." Though her request gave Kio the illusion of being able to say no, she knew how the minds of "nice" people worked. Such people didn't want to admit that helping someone out was "too much trouble," and insinuating that it might be would only make them want to prove that it wasn't. She was entirely confident that Kio would agree to her request, which would make information gathering that much simpler for her in the short run.
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"The way I see it, if we're going to have difficulties of the sort we had yesterday, then we should cut out the tedious process of passing on your skills to me and just make use of the skills you already possess," she explained, lacing her fingers below her chin and leaning on top of them. "Why don't we just go over to the bulletin board together after we've eaten and have you read me the important-looking messages? Then I can dictate replies for you to post up on the board for me. It's not a perfect solution, but I imagine it would work until I can find some more effective way to learn written language. Who knows? Maybe watching you write while I dictate will itself be a way to help me learn."
She tilted her head sweetly and asked, "What do you say? If that's too much trouble, just let me know. But it would help ever so much if you could." Though her request gave Kio the illusion of being able to say no, she knew how the minds of "nice" people worked. Such people didn't want to admit that helping someone out was "too much trouble," and insinuating that it might be would only make them want to prove that it wasn't. She was entirely confident that Kio would agree to her request, which would make information gathering that much simpler for her in the short run.