"Don't be jealous your buffalo cape doesn't make you any... buffer," he says, and only belatedly catches onto the pun. Dammit.
"You don't think you're cute enough to overwhelm some baked goods?" he asks, as he taps 'Spanish History' into the search bar, and scrolls through the results.
After a minute, he taps a title. "Mmm, probably not," he decides, scrolling the list again, and narrows his eyes. Then, wondering, he taps in the name of the commune.
"'Russo-Spanish Politics in the post-Olympic era'," he reads, "why the hell..." He taps the title, to see a summary. There isn't one that's terribly helpful, but it's one of only two results, and the other looks like some kind of sociological study.
"No better place to start, right?" he asks, and moves to examine the likely shelves toward the back of the building.
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"You don't think you're cute enough to overwhelm some baked goods?" he asks, as he taps 'Spanish History' into the search bar, and scrolls through the results.
After a minute, he taps a title. "Mmm, probably not," he decides, scrolling the list again, and narrows his eyes. Then, wondering, he taps in the name of the commune.
"'Russo-Spanish Politics in the post-Olympic era'," he reads, "why the hell..." He taps the title, to see a summary. There isn't one that's terribly helpful, but it's one of only two results, and the other looks like some kind of sociological study.
"No better place to start, right?" he asks, and moves to examine the likely shelves toward the back of the building.