The girl begins to sob even more bitterly, if possible.
"Because I can't... draw..."
"That's not such a big deal!"
"But it is,... because I'm the Pencil King's daughter... a-a-and..."
"And?"
"What would it look like... if the Pencil King's daughter couldn't draw..."
"My dad is a bus driver, but I can't drive a bus either."
"Really?... What's a bus?"
"It's a big car."
"Oh, I see... and what's a car?"
"You know what, it's not important! But I have an idea."