/me , a quizzical young gentleman, sits down in his leather armchair, He holds a quill to the tip of his nose, pondering a long while on what he should write.
/me then says "Ah!" and dips the quill in his ink pot, writing down on his leathery piece of parchment, "Hmm, HMMMM.... /me dabs." He leans back and sighs, satisfied with his work