Even then. Your hands get used to the way you fold the paper, and I'd like to repay you for the magic you showed me before with a little of my own, even if it isn't the sort my thousands of years have cultivated.

[Glasswork was not the arts and crafts of this schoolkid. Paper was. It's fine.]

I'll prepare better for future lessons, [because this is going to be our nightly bonding activity now,] but for now, may I use some paper from your notebook? And your name, dear one.