Library, Thursday.

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Anemone had managed to satisfy her curiosity yesterday, although she readily admitted that she should really work on getting over that habit of touching strange objects.

Except that things like red buttons or talking things or fluffy things were fun and...

Right. That was one habit she was never going to break.

Today would be spent filing periodicals; the only glimpse of Anemone that could be seen from the lobby would be brief flashes of color, gone before it could fully register.

Ring the bell for service, and either Anemone or Gulliver may reappear. Until then, they were lost in the stacks.

[OCD is outside in the sunshine. Open with general SP warning.]

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Henry put on one of his mother's opera recordings over the library sound system -- he'd turn it off if anyone complained -- before going to work. The Dusk series kept being shelved in the humor section.

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Anemone didn't know what the music was, but she was going to sing along anyway.

Not with words, but the general 'la la la' on-tune that usually happened when she had no idea what people were singing. And possibly trying to make Gulliver (or some of the periodicals) dance along with her while she did her job.

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On Henry's next pass by the front of the library, he smiled a bit at the scene. He liked la la la's much better than he liked the lyrics to most opera, truth be told.

"Does Gulliver like to dance?"