* Fyril blinks at the surroundings, then immediately cleaves to the wall and 
starts looking at the books.
* Ada keeps up with the faint smile and stays where she is, watching.
* Fyril runs his hands along a series of spines, and looks back over his 
shoulder at Ada with a giant grin. "Can you believe this? I haven't even heard 
of some of these before!
* Ada laughs.
<Ada> You're welcome to read any you like.  I'll help you carry them, if you 
want to go back to the others.
* Fyril turns back to look at the books again, and starts pulling some out. "I 
mean, she has to cook. Otherwise, why have them?"
<Ada> I don't think she usually cooks.  Kitchenstaff does that, as a general 
rule.
* Ada goes and starts taking the books Fyril's pulling off the shelves.
* Fyril blinks, then starts handing them to Ada as he takes them down. "Well, 
but she has to have an interest, right? Maybe I can talk with her about it."
* Ada nods. "It's possible." She chuckles. "I'm of the opinion that she just 
gathers as much information as she can. But if someone were to live for four or 
so millenia, they probably would have tried their hand at cooking at some 
point."
<Tim> ( Yes, but it was that attempt that really earned Xiv her reputation for 
evil. )
* Fyril hands Ada another couple books. She now has 10 or so. "Yeah. I'm nowhere 
near that old, and I can't imagine not trying."
* Ada sets the books down. "I can," she says, amusement tinging her tone. "We 
don't all have the same interests, after all."
* Fyril tears his gaze from the books and cocks his head to look at Ada. "You're 
not interested at all?"
<Ada> Not particularly.  Then again, my lifespan isn't as long as yours.
<Ada> I'll be lucky if I see my eightieth year, after all.
* Fyril nods slowly, and looks Ada over. He blinks. "Um... how old are you now?"
* Ada grins. "Eighteen."
* Fyril blinks a few times quickly. "Eighteen? But that's nothing."
<Ada> For you, perhaps.  Humans are fully grown by the time they're sixteen or 
so.  Puts a different spin on things, doesn't it?
* Fyril blushes slightly, and turns back to the books. "I've read about it 
before, but I've never really thought about it much."
<Ada> Mmm, well.  It is something to think about.  By the time you, for 
instance, reach the age you are, two typical humans are born and dead of old 
age, one right after the other.  I'll look the age of a three thousand year old 
elf before you look as old as I am.
* Ada continues, "So, no. People like me, and Ethan, we don't have a lot of 
time." She takes another book from Fyril.
* Fyril nods quietly, then reaches up and selects another book. He pauses for 
another moment, then turns to Ada and says, "To do as much as you have in so 
little time... well, I can picture myself doing it, maybe. But not most elves I 
know."
<Ada> No, because you have the time.  Frankly, I can't imagine myself sitting on 
my hands like most elves do.
* Fyril shrugs. "I only like doing the stuff I find fun. The rest of the time, I 
don't manage much. Like everyone else."
* Fyril looks down at the pile and smiles cutely. "But there's a lot of fun 
things to do."
* Ada takes that book and grins. "That there is."
* Fyril looks at the size of the pile, then back up at Ada hopefully. "Can we 
come back for more later?"
* Ada laughs.
<Ada> Absolutely.  Get down from there, Fyril.
* Fyril pushes back off the shelves, and lands lightly next to Ada. "Probably 
enough to start with, anyway."
<Ada> More than enough.
* Ada picks up roughly half the books.
* Fyril leans down, and picks up the other half with a bit of a grunt. "Hey, 
Ada?"
<Ada> Hmm?
* Fyril smiles over the books. "I'm glad stuff worked out so we're on the same 
side. I didn't want to have to leave."
* Ada raises an eyebrow, then smiles, and it actually seems genuine. "Thank you, 
Fyril."
<Ada> Ready to go back?
* Fyril adjusts the books in his grip. "Yeah, I think so." He adjusts it again.
* Ada adjusts her own books, then gestures with her free hand. They vanish.