Stop that.

[Stop tickling him! It'll just make him poke her cheek harder, but he does stop with the poking when she's answering the question.

Ah, he didn't know that writing poetry is a... game mechanic? in her game. Since he learned today that Monika likes writing poetry, he's made the assumption that it's an interest she developed here when she got the freedom she sought for.]

I did not know that it was built into your game.

[At least he sounds apologetic that he keeps bringing her back to the past.]

As you said, it is your very own words you write down on the paper. It comes from your... heart, and nothing else. And... you seem to enjoy it when you get to share your poems with people.

[He rests a hand atop her head, lightly stroking her head in an attempt to comfort and reassurance. Well, he's satisfied with her answer, and the less said about her game, the better for her, right?]

I believe... that is enough questioning. We've taken too much time away from the book.