Library, Thursday (April 20)
Cosette hadn't really wanted to get out of bed today -- a rare occurrence for her, to be sure, but everyone was allowed to have an off day now and again, wasn't that so?
Given that she'd mainly wanted to stay in bed and read, though, it turned out to take little effort to convince herself to get dressed, find herself something to eat, and go to work. She did spend a good portion of her day poking about every nook and cranny of the library to make sure everything was back in order, but a good portion of it was also spent settled behind the desk with a small stack of biographical graphic novels.
Oh, and pastries. She'd brought pastries in, in case anyone wanted some, though if anyone did she'd be adamant about not touching the books with sticky or greasy fingers. It would probably be best to not test her disapproving expression in that regard.
Given that she'd mainly wanted to stay in bed and read, though, it turned out to take little effort to convince herself to get dressed, find herself something to eat, and go to work. She did spend a good portion of her day poking about every nook and cranny of the library to make sure everything was back in order, but a good portion of it was also spent settled behind the desk with a small stack of biographical graphic novels.
Oh, and pastries. She'd brought pastries in, in case anyone wanted some, though if anyone did she'd be adamant about not touching the books with sticky or greasy fingers. It would probably be best to not test her disapproving expression in that regard.