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Library, Tuesday

Look, there was library weirdness, and then there was... whatever the hell was happening in the library today.

Not only were entire collections appearing and disappearing, sometimes in completely different languages, but there was a freaking dinosaur (a microraptor, to be exact) perched atop one of the shelves of arts and crafts books, chewing on a book of knitting patterns.

William's first idea had been to chase it into Special Collections, but that plan failed when he was unable to open the door to that section of the library. That didn't bode well at all, he mused, considering that typically, library staff were notified of any sort of intentional lockdown.

Well, he was just going to ignore the dinosaur for now, at least, as long as it was chewing on books, not people, and mark down that they needed to order a replacement copy of that particular book once all this was said and done.

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"Of course I am," Elsa shared, holding up a bare hand. "Unless you've been there before or there's someone else here who has, you'll probably want me along to point the way."

All the more important when there were great beasts and hairy warriors, and some strange mix between the two that claimed to be trolls out there.

Elsa knew trolls when she saw them, thank you. She wasn't going to buy that one.

Jeff... wasn't sure he liked that idea, but she had a point. "Well, okay," he agreed. "But only if you promise not to get hurt."

Oh, Jeff. Elsa would be flattered that you were so concerned, if she wasn't so busy being amused that you thought she might get hurt out there.

It's as if you thought she couldn't handle a few dinosaurs.

"I promise," she replied, smiling faintly. "Should I make you do the same?"

Well, he didn't!

Besides, he couldn't handle a few dinosaurs...

Jeff thumped the lacrosse stick against his helmet. "I'm good," he lied. "I promise I'll be fine."

"Well, good. I would have to be upset with you if you were to get eaten by a..." She made a face toward the door. "... feathery dragon?"

Look, dinosaurs weren't really a thing that had been figured out in a proper scientific sense, back in Elsa's day.

"Dinosaurs," Jeff told her. "Dragons aren't re...ally a thing, in my universe. Same general concept, except these things don't breathe fire, and they lived 65 million years ago. Their bones are all over the place."

See how deftly he avoided the topic of whether he might get eaten? It was better not to think about it.

It's okay, Joker. Elsa wouldn't let you get eaten.

"That long ago?" She looked suitably impressed. "How do people even put a timeframe on something like that? I can wrap my head around centuries, barely, but millions of years?"

Straying a little from the original point, there, Elsa.

"I noticed on the way here that some barely seem interested in us at all. Mostly the ones on four feet, instead of two..."

"Plant-eaters," Jeff told her with a wave of his hand. "Thing of 'em like..." He was going to say "rhinos", but she might not know what those were, either. He racked his brain for something Scandinavian that was both docile and dangerous, before finally coming up with the obvious answer. "...reindeer. They're reindeer-lizards."

He shrugged. "I dunno exactly how they tell how old things are. Science! Something about how much radiation is in the carbon, the way the rock is layered, how deep they have to dig. It's all estimates, when you're dealing with something that crazy-old, but some people spend lifetimes studying old bones."

"Entire lifetimes, just looking at bones," Elsa echoed, sounding maybe the slightest bit enraptured by the idea. Creatures that hadn't been around for millions of years, still there to be studied...

The 'reindeer-lizard' concept made it difficult not to smile a little more.

"I... might have to learn more about them," she decided. "After the crisis has passed, of course."

"Well, there is no lack of information, I can tell you that. People love dinosaurs." Jeff looked at the door a little nervously. "So long as they're, y'know, long-dead where they belong. T-Rexes rampaging through the streets? Not so much with the love."

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