"Mmmmm, yeah, good idea. Mmmmind if I use your slate for a bit?" If given permission, Tyzias slides the slate over to her side, and begins typing at a frankly terrifying speed for someone who normally speaks so slowly. A few seconds in, she blinks, mutters something about, "right, no quirks in formmmmal essays," and edits. In under three minutes, she takes a deep breath and turns the slate around, revealing that she's edited in all of Minimus' suggestions to the letter. "That look good?"