"Hey, Cap," said Scootaloo, poking her head up over the windowsill of Horatio Hairball's study, "what kind'a stuff are you good at writing?"

Horatio shrugged. "I dunno. I like to think I'm pretty good at writing dialogue."

Scootaloo narrowed her eyes conspiratorially. "I hear there's something else you're good at writing about."

Horatio glared at her over the tops of his sunglasses. "Nothing you're old enough to know about."

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