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[noonrodeon]

[ Noon grins and flops down on the chair next to him. He's significantly more careful about the books he's still holding. ]

Sure. Fits you good, if you ask me. You look like you sleep too close to your fire.

[muckspout]

[Edgard notes the delicacy with which the books are handled and frowns.]

Keep an appropriate distance from fire. Dangerous.

[He reaches out and taps the books in Noon's hand, just to bug him.]

Your precious books can catch fire too, you know.

[noonrodeon]

Probably for the best. Hate to see you get cooked.

[ His reward is an arch look from Noon, who slides the books out of Edgard's reach. Noon might respect the hell out of his new boss' ideas of everyone getting access to books, but he still thinks some caution is reasonable. ]

You huntin' trouble, Ashes?

[ His tone is friendly and easy going. ]

[muckspout]

[Edgard watches those books raise out of his reaches and raises his eyebrows in turn with renewed interest.]

Depends. There trouble to hunt? What you reading...

[A long pause while he tries to come up with an equally unflattering nickname.]

...mountain book man.

[and fails.]