Sam was taking a break from online shopping to re-read one of his favorite mystery novels. It had obviously been too long since he'd read it, since he didn't remember the story playing out like it was at all.
Thursday appeared from within Special Collections at some point during the first period, looking like she'd been in there for a while (a few hours at least).
She took a look around and spotted Sam. "I'm going to set something on fire. Don't be alarmed." She then looked up, as if talking to the library. "The same goes for you!" She sported a brief smile at Sam, then disappeared back into Special Collections, locking the door behind her.
A few minutes later, there was a disturbingly loud belching noise coming from Special Collections, followed by a stream of curses that were very un-British and very un-ladylike.
"Hey, if you want me to share these with somebody else, just say the word," Peter replied, dangling the bag of donuts in front of Sam. He didn't dangle the coffee. No point in chancing a spill of precious caffiene.
"No, I tend to put everything I know up on billboards, particularly when it's about things relating to those I care about," Peter replied, dryly. Then he grinned. "What's up?"
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