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Library [Sunday, January 27]

With a book and a bottle of water, Lee's back in the library, leaning back in his chair and looking about as comfortable as someone can look behind the library desk.

He's not really reading the book, more skimming for something to do to pass the time.

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"I know, I know, I'm very impressive," he said and buffed his nails on his shirt. "After I narrow the month down, then I just have to pick about thirty one or so days and I'll have it."

"Well, I suppose if you're satisfied," Adah sighed with exaggeration, "with knowing you figured it out based on pure dumb luck rather than your own ingenuity...."

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"Yes, but I would have figured it out," he reminded her. "That would be the important part."

"The ends," Adah asked with lofty conviction and the lowered, determined voice she would liken belonging to ancient philosophers gamboling about the Forum in their robes, challenging their conversationalist's view as if insulting his virility, "then, are all that matter, and the means be damned?"

"Sometimes," he said vaguely. "Sometimes not."

Adah snorted a small laugh. "You're going to be a philosopher one day, aren't you?"

"In my spare time," Lee said, nodding. "Fly by day, wax poetic by night."

"Ah, but it's afternoon," Adah pointed out. As soon as she said it, she had in mind what she would have argued with and watched the Eel expectantly, wondering if he'd make the same point.

"Then, I'd fly while waxing poetic," he decided. "Combination of both."

No, not where Adah would have taken it, but amusing all the same. She feigned a skeptical, disbelieving look. "At the same time?" she gasped, with a small inkling of a wish that part of her outrageousness at the possibility wasn't genuine.

"Why not?" Lee asked. "It'd just be like talking and flying. My hands do one thing and my mouth does the other."

Adah settled a look at the Eel. "Sometimes two things at once are difficult," she reminded him. "Especially for me, you know that. Besides, with your hands doing one thing and your mouth doing another, then you're energies are focused there, and your brain," depending on her hip against the desk, she reached over to poke at his forehead, "is probably doing nothing."

"On the contrary," he said, laughing quietly, "my brain is always working. Sometimes, it's working in crazy ways but it's always working. I am very good at delegating focus."

"Yeah," Adah muttered, her eyes on the Eel's hair line, where her fingers seemed to have thought the poke was an excuse to lead into lightly, idly playing with the short strands there. "I would hope so, you people with your fully working brains. If you didn't get use out of it, it would just be mean and unfair."

"I have an active brain," he said quietly, leaning a little closer to her. "And soft hair."

Adah grinned at the closeness, her fingers emboldening themselves to be less discreet about their intentions for running through the Eel's hair, like both their fingers had done in the grass when they first met. "Do you think," she asked lightly, "that they're often related, active brains and soft hair?"

"Dunno," he answered quietly, eyes closing at the sensation of her hands in his hair. "Maybe? Or maybe I just got lucky in that department."

"I think," Adah's grin sharpened, and her voice became very important-sounding, as if her opinion was clearly one which mattered well above all others, "that you got lucky in a lot of things."

"I agree," he said and nodded. "No matter how much I whine, things aren't too bad."

"I think it's cute when you whine," Adah told him, her light grin taking a slightly sardonic twist. Cute in the ironic, amusing way that American children sat crying in shopping carts in the middle of a fully stocked, florescently lit grocery store about not having enough things.

"You do?" Lee asked, surprised. "I don't whine that much but no one's ever found it cute before."

"Maybe that's why it's cute," Adah explained. "Because it's just enough that it doesn't start getting annoying."

"Awww, you like some weird things," he teased, grinning.

"Didn't we cover this last time?" Adah asked with a slight giggle, fingers and eyes still in the Eel's hair.

"Yes, but I thought I'd reiterate it," he said, nudging against her hand. "Because you do."

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