Solomon accepted the sheets to look at them. The sketching was crude, but it got all the important parts across, and anything the teen missed were things Solomon could extrapolate on his own.

"It suffices," he agreed. "You did well for someone unused to manifesting objects for significant periods of time." He had been anticipating the teen would take longer due to the need to stop and start. Solomon held out his book. "I'll need to reproduce your work to fix it in my mind. Would you like to have a look at what I've observed?"

Fair was fair. The boy wasn't a scholar, but he was willing and had done the work. He'd earned the right to see what he'd contributed to.