"Well, the only people who speak Pax around here like reading just fine. So the alphabet for Pax can wait. The plan for how you'll sit still involves learning some magic, so Prestidigitation comes before that, at least. You've started your book and haven't started a comic so the book comes before the comic."
"Yes." She sits, turns him around on her lap, and reaches for the scroll with one arm. "Voila. That's a Kharoline word that Pax gobbled up."
Poor Fëanáro. "You'll be able to cast it later," she assures him, setting the scroll aside.
And she reads over his shoulder, and with her free hand outlines a plan and priorities for reinventing wizardry.
"Hello?" she says in Pax.
Fëanáro doesn't yet speak Pax, so he doesn't understand her, but he does hear the voice and jump and clutch the book to his chest to protect it and look for a place he can run to. He would have to dart through her at the door. He freezes instead.
"Oh, I thought you might have decided to make someone up for this part."
"Are you going to write this whole story without any other characters?"