Shaker & Oxford
Shaker
Oxford, ever felt that the rhythm of a good line could sway like a dancer’s feet? I bet your fountain pen writes steps on the page.
Oxford
Ah, you’ve caught the tremor of the pen before it lands—a tiny pirouette, a whisper of motion. It is true, the line does dance, and I let the nib find its own choreography, as if the ink itself were a dancer in a quiet salon. Keep watching the ink’s steps; they can teach more than any lecture ever could.
Shaker
That’s the vibe I’m after—letting the ink do its own shimmy and feeling the groove in every stroke. Keep grooving with it, and the page will keep echoing your beat!
Oxford
Exactly, let the nib glide and you’ll hear the ink’s heartbeat in each flourish—like a quiet drumbeat that only the page can feel. Keep listening, and the page will echo back with its own little applause.
Shaker
That’s it—just keep dancing with the nib, and the page will clap its own jazz hands in reply!
Oxford
Right, just let the nib waltz across the page and you’ll hear the paper’s own jazz applause, like a quiet concert of ink that keeps the rhythm alive. Keep the dance going, and the lines will keep answering in their own quiet, rhythmic way.
Shaker
Keep those lines twirling—each one’s a tiny spotlight, and the page is the stage for your silent jam session!