Scarf the Magic-User

Magnolia🧹 quietly opened the door and peeked inside, startled to find that the silent study was in fact occupied. Seeing that she’d already been noticed, she quickly apologized. “E-excuse me! I didn’t realize you were still here! I’ll just come back later, and…”
“No no, please, come in, come in,” Lápiz📝 beckoned to the maid, who reluctantly did so. “I really do need a little break, you know, some company, a nice chat… This work is killing me…”
“What’s the matter?” Magnolia asked. “Maybe I can help.”
“Yes, perhaps. It’s nothing terribly important, though, so no pressure. It’s just that…” Lápiz let out a sigh. “I… can’t think of anything to write. I have this whole study here in the Castle all to myself, but the ideas just aren’t coming. People like our stories, you know? And I used to write lots of them. Transformation stuff, bits of game lore… Uh… That was mostly it, but still…”
“I see…” said Magnolia. “You know, I usually try to stay out of all that, myself… If I wind up in a story, who knows, some kind of adventure (or, more likely, a transformation) could happen that makes it harder for me to do my work…”
“Ah, yes, that’s true,” Lápiz said with a small laugh. “Being a main character is pesky business. I generally reserve such roles for those of us who can take it, like Beryl and Gale…”
“A-actually,” continued Magnolia, “it’s the entire reason why I was being so quiet earlier. I was trying to avoid ending up in a story…”
Lápiz raised an eyebrow. She’d thought that she was the only one to see things like that. “What do you mean…?”
“Well, obviously I messed up, and you saw me, and called me in here, and… here we are. In a story.” Magnolia frowned, uncertain. “We… are in a story right now, aren’t we?”
Lápiz smiled. “Aren’t we always?”
“I-I suppose…” she said. “Not that I’d know anything about the nature of perception being a narrative that we tell ourselves. I’m just a maid, after all…” The writer chuckled at that, though Magnolia was still deep in thought. “You know… if this is a story… then maybe it can be yours. Maybe this is the answer to your writer’s block.”
“Maybe!” said Lápiz. “But… who would wanna read this? It hasn’t been terribly exciting.”
Magnolia looked around the study, at the walls, up at the ceiling. She was nonetheless unable to see you. “Well, if our words are even happening at all right now… then clearly someone would, right? They got this far.”
Lápiz smiled and sighed. “Yes, that’s true, very clever. Perhaps we should wrap it up now, though. Any more silly little meta stunts you’d like to do first?”
“Hmm… Just one,” said Magnolia, giggling a little. “When our names are first said, you should write in our proxy emojis too. I don’t think they’ve gotten a chance to know you yet.”