She wrote slowly across the page, tapping her pen several times every few words as if thinking as she went. Her letters were shaky and a bit hard to read, but an effort was obviously being made. On the page was one word written in bold across the top which fueled her sudden need to sort out her thoughts. She reconsidered her conversation earlier before shaking her head, a ginger lock falling from behind her ear which she hastily returned to it's spot.
The young woman lifted her quill and tapped her lightly to her chin before settling it back onto of the table besides her notebook and reaching out for one of the two remaining biscuits in the bowl. She'd need to make more, she knew, but her focus was not on biscuits but ink. She glanced upwards to the ceiling with a small hum before lifting her pen once more and scratching out the top word. She smiled the slightest at the messy page as she stood a moment later, taking a bite from the biscuit and stating in a matter-of-fact tone to herself;
"Makin' business will make you a benefit." She paused before grinning again, "Guess I should get started." She turned a bit as she stated that, moving away following another proud glance to the bold title on her page- Plan.
