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Library, Monday [6/14]

Gabrielle was starting to understand the concept of this whole commuter-lifestyle thing, having portaled back from Greece late last night; it wasn't just for Mr. De Tamble's sake that she made sure to brew the coffee extra-strong today.

While she'd been home, she'd picked up a fresh supply of parchment and some quills, and as soon as her morning to-do list was squared away she sat down at the desk with a very large cup of coffee and unrolled one of the new scrolls slowly, reverently, eyes closed as she inhaled the scent with a blissful expression on her face.

It wasn't practically a ritual. It essentially was one. Don't judge.

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Cara had finally admitted to herself that she might be stuck here long enough that she should figure out the local writing, and so made her way to the library.

Then she got a good look at the girl at the desk. Who was smelling parchment. She wondered if this was really such a brilliant idea. After all, he'd been coping just fine with functional illiteracy so far.

She cleared her throat.

Gabrielle ~~didn't forget to hit post for hours~~ took a second or two longer before putting the parchment down like she'd just done the most normal thing in the world.

"Oh! Hi," she said to the girl who for some bizarre and vague reason made her think of home. "What can I help you with?"

Despite what she'd been doing with it, the fact that the girl had parchment at all was reassuringly familiar (if slightly archaic) to Cara.

"I'm looking for some books," she said, barely resisting the urge to drum her fingers on the desk, and then, because clarification was always good, "On writing."

That was nice and vague there, Cara.

What Gabrielle had been doing with the parchment was not slightly kinky. Really. No matter how much it looked like it, which, let's be honest, it probably did.

"Writing as in different kinds of it, or writing as in grammar, and in which languages? Or on publishing, which is . . . you know, I don't know why it's that complicated now."

Thank you, Gabrielle. That helped clear things up nicely.

Cara wasn't going to judge the other girl's kinks, even if they did involve writing implements.

She took a few moments to parse her options. "That middle one. Maybe the first too." If different kinds meant what she thought it did.

Alas for Cara did not know the meaning of 'genre'.

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