Aug 06, 2007 18:02
As long as Dale had coffee, all was right with the world. And Dale definitely had coffee, a brimming mug's worth in his hand along with an entire potful simmering in the kitchen waiting to provide him with refills at his leisure as he parsed his way through the pile of books in front of him.
This was not an activity that was new to Dale. In fact, more than once during his time on the island he'd delved into the offerings of the bookshelf to aid him in his search for what was really behind the island's mysteries. It was both a hobby and within his purview as a member of the IBI, and given the oddness that both he and Joe had been experiencing lately the need for more information seemed even more pressing than usual.
But he still enjoyed it, remembering time spent with Sookie discussing the island's mysteries, thinking of animated conversations he'd had with Joe concerning what was real and what was not, what it all meant, recalling the time he spent with Mamet explaining to him the different divination methods he used (amid time spent doing other things). Research was something Dale had a great fondness for, and along with it a great fondness for sharing his discoveries with others.
Assuming that he actually made any discoveries worth sharing.
joe dick,
dale cooper