[ Leaning back against the trunk of the tree she's claimed for phone perusal, Líadan listens very intently. 'Write up,' huh? That's... well, isn't it sort of like magick in a way? If he's writing it up, then the expression of the language... maybe becomes the application? She utilizes music and song to a similar effect. ]

I think I may follow you. You use some form of language in your writing and the expression is the application? The language you use... decides its form and function? Am I right?

[ Nevermind that she's imagining him etching some form of runes circular about a phone and something like Friendr just sort of... appearing on the screen? Maybe? ]