Rough Draft looked up at Erigo as she hovered slightly off the floor. "I've always envied that ability. To fly, to be as free physically as I am mentally when I write. It would be amazing." He said, then tapped his horn, "Although I admit this is also quite useful." He said as Erigo's glass levitated away from her and back to the counter.
"Well, I'm sorry we could not find your sister. I would help you keep looking, if you really want it, that is." He said, feeling a bit bad about himself for not being able to help. His social anxiety was also kicking in as more and more ponies began to enter the shop.
It's not just about the cards. It's about putting a little bit of your heart into something that you care about.