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Library, Wednesday

Once again, Sholeh was a girl on a mission. Mr. Constantine had given her an assignment (with the promise to teach her how to order books for the library!!!) to find out where their science books were deficient so they could order more.

The only trouble? Sholeh didn't know enough about science to be a good judge of that. She could tell that their alchemy section could use some beefing up and the xenobiology section was a little on the thin side, but other than that, she was at a loss.

But she wasn't worried! Having a willingness to improvise and big sister who was great at baking meant that Sholeh already had a plan. That plan involved a sign, a giant platter of cupcakes, and a pen and paper.

Have suggestions for where the library can improve its offerings? Make a suggestion and take a cupcake!
Science suggestions get you TWO cupcakes!

Now to wait for the good ideas to come pouring in!

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"Erm...I don't think so?" Cecil scrunched up his face. "The one with the pendulum. It was his birthday when I saw this little guy."

"A pendulum?" Sholeh was all kinds of confused. "He invented a clock?"

"I don't think so." Cecil thought about it. "It's something about showing how the Earth moves, I think?" He grinned. "You hold him, and I'll look it up on my phone. Hey!" He perked up. "Maybe it could be something to get a science book for!"

"Yes!" Sholeh said happily. "Your boyfriend's a scientist, right? Maybe he can suggest a lot of books, too!"

She held out her arms for the little critter, happy to get a chance to cuddle with it while Cecil searched.

"Oh, yes!" Cecil handed Foucault to her gently and googled the physicist. Maybe he'd have to write ♥Carlos♥ again. "He had a pendulum and it showed how the Earth's rotation affects...things." Something like that. Cecil wasn't the scientist.

"Hey there little guy," Sholeh said, wrinkling her nose at the bird. "Hi there, Foucault. How are you?"

It would have ended in peace and ease, if Foucault hadn't started wiggling. Sholeh figured it might want to get down and explore on its own a bit, so she set it on the counter.

And that was when Zeela spotted its legs.

=AHHH! WHAT IS THAT THING?!? KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!=

Cecil grinned as Foucault took a couple shaky steps. "Hello, there, cutie." He kissed the top of the bird's head and stroked its neck, which it seemed to like.

"It...it..." Okay, yeah, even Sholeh was thrown by the...creature's...leg...things. "Are it's legs supposed to look like that?"

=Mother's tits, that thing cannot live in our room! Look at it! It's EVIL!=

::But I already said yes!:: Sholeh protested. ::And he's cute if you ignore the ugly!::

=And I'm sure it's very nice if you ignore the part where it probably stomples babies with its creepy, creepy legs!=

"Oh, yes!" Cecil tickled one of its funny-looking black feet. "All of them looked like that. So big for such a tiny thing, aren't they? I imagine he'll grow into them."

"They look, uhh, backwards," Sholeh supplied. "The knees are supposed to be jointed that way?"

"Oh, yes." Cecil nodded. "I sent a picture to ♥Carlos♥, and he said he looks a lot like a flamingo, except for the bigger eyes, and their legs do that, too."

He'd also said if he ate like a flamingo it would be shrimp and stuff, and not blood sacrifices, which would hopefully be a lot less messy.

Good, because Sholeh would not enjoy picking her way around the remains of soft meat crowns that SOMEONE was too picky to eat all of.

"It, uhh, looks kind of unsettling now," she said delicately.

Zeela, meanwhile, was on minute three of a rant about how the thing was probably going to murder them all in their bed.

There were those huge Cecil eyes again. "What do you mean?" He held his hands protectively around Foucault as if to shelter his ears from hearing. If he'd had visible ears.

Oh no! Sholeh hadn't meant to hurt the little guy's feelings!

"I just meant that he has a lot to grow into!" she said quickly. "He's got a lot to do if he wants to grow up big and strong!"

Good save!

Cecil rubbed Foucault's head and smiled. "I guess he does have a way to go yet. But don't worry, I'm sure he'll get there!"

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