[ ... Oh. Morgana blinks slowly, apparently having never considered that a possibility. For a brief moment, her face loses the taunting temptress look and becomes much more soft.

Partly because that's a rather sweet notion, going all this way for someone else despite potentially not even enjoying the music she made - and partly because she's never given an autograph before. The surprised smile on her face lingers for a moment, as she reels from just a few short sentences. ]

Really? My autograph?

[ But once the words are out, she realizes how utterly ridiculous that makes her seem - musicians give those out all the time! She doesn't want him thinking she's some kind of loser! (And she cares about what he thinks of her, apparently!) So she swiftly clears her throat, tossing her hair as she dramatically turns back into her room. ]

I mean... is that all? No sweat. Usually when parents talk to me about their kids, they're all whiny and blame me for "corrupting" their sweet little angels.

[ A click of her tongue. But, now onto the next problem... she didn't exactly have the exact materials on hand for an impromptu autograph. Her eyes fall on the tome, and... hm. Well, what harm would getting rid of one page do? It was inscribed in mystical codes, no way would any mortal be able to decipher them. Surely that wouldn't come back to bite her on the butt.

With that, she ripped out a page, grabbed a pen, and scribbled while saying it out loud. ]

"To Gosalyn - Get better. Get even. Get out there. - Morgana McCawber."