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Crowley had grown weary of reading the books he'd gotten to take to Aziraphale in the clinic, so he sauntered into the rec room to do battle with the bookshelf. He had always believed that Good and Evil were just names of sides, but that was until he'd encountered the shelf and the jukebox. Leave it to Knowledge and Electronics to prove to him
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"I- err- I was- I mean- The- the supports. Since we're closer to the beach I wanted to either sink them deeper to account for the instability of the ground and the increased windshear coming off the water, but I can't dig that deep- and I was thinking about making cement, and I can find the pumice but the bookshelf won't give me the right books, and finding enough wood for stairs- I'd originally hoped to make them out of metal, but there isn't any here."
It was a spill of nervous words, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. "I suppose they could go around the tree-trunk, but it'd make it awfully difficult, I'd think. And potentially kill the tree, if you have to anchor them too much." It was clear from her words that she did know what she was talking about. "It's a bit odd, because I built the treehouse, but... I didn't. I... left. And came back, and-" ... Well.
So the bits of her brain she'd used to make it hadn't been used at all.
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She almost wanted to ask him if he could help- she wasn't strong enough to get the supports to do what she needed them too, but he probably was- but Klaus would probably have a cat.
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