"Propaganda?" Mafyyil is confused for a moment - her native language doesn't have a word for the concept. (They have propaganda, of course; it's just so pervasive it's generally not named.) She internally translates propaganda as motivational poetry, which is something she generally approves of. "Of course", she says. "The one I recently wrote, Glorious Harvest of Lupin Beans, is especially suited for that!"