"I've always been accustomed to body language making most of a point; my brethren, although it saddens me to say so, aren't a terribly articulate lot." Brain raised and eyebrow---it was a ridge, really---at the rat that had spoken and shrugged before turning his attention back to the carpet. The second speaker was answered without a glance---he was watching, now, little orange eyes entirely alight behind his frames, because here he was, faced with something new. (Nevermind that there were always a great many new things; few seemed as out-of-place as this.) "The journals are an option, I would suppose, but we'll see if this doesn't work, before we turn to typing. I imagine it's difficult, with tassels."

A moment passed as the miming concluded. "I'm afraid I haven't met any Aladdin..." Brain twisted to blink at other interested individuals---those that had said something out loud, anyway. "Have you?"