Aconite skitters up Shura's arm, excitedly circling around her neck. And then she just crawls back down her arm and hops to the floor like there isn't company in the home. No, it's just time to do an evening patrol around the room. With the dragonet occupied, Shura motions to the table and sits. There's a bottle of booze, and Billie probably didn't bring it just to show off.

"Seriously? Lucky find, I guess. I guess if they couldn't destroy all of the dragons then they couldn't destroy all of the books, either."