It's a nice library, especially for such a small town, with plenty of everything, but a focus on science and poetry, a well-appointed children's' section, a nice selection of music and holovids, and comfy chairs offering varying amounts of privacy.
Right now, though, it's closing time; the announcements have been made, the final checkout rush handled, and now the librarian is making one last check before she locks up for the night.
...well. He's not going to disturb her further. And as much as part of him is insisting that he should be up and doing something, he can't deny that it's nice not having to, that staying snuggled up in bed is something he wants to do for now.
She's surprisingly cuddly for a Sith - not that that's news, exactly - and content to doze for as long as he seems comfortable letting her.
Eventually, the part of him saying he needs to be doing something - never mind that he doesn't really have anything he's supposed to get done - starts to win out, and he gets twitchy.
She's got potatoes, chopped and refrigerated as yesterday, but instead of just making them, she asks for Pradnakt's help in figuring out how to spice them: "Nova might like garlic potatoes," she explains, and Pradnakt agreeably leans against the wall by the stove to accept bites of potato and offer feedback.
Nova watches curiously, but doesn't express any feelings on garlic potatoes. (He looks a little eager though.)
They quickly conclude that it'll be enough improved by cheese to be worth using some of their hard-to-come-by parmesan on, and begin experimenting with that.
Meanwhile, Nine sits at the far side of the table, reading from a datapad.
Well, Nova doesn't really have any input there, and drifts over to perch himself near to Nine, trying not to disturb him.
He nods, and pulls his knees up to his chest so he can rest his chin on them. He's half continuing to watch Pradnakt and Daisy, and half keeping his attention on Nine, but seems pretty content to sit quietly.
He scoots over and puts an arm around him, and then goes back to his datapad.
Pradnakt and Daisy are done after another few minutes, and Daisy brings him his plate: half garlic-parmesan potatoes, half scrambled eggs. "There you go." (Pradnakt sits nearby with her own.)
He leans into Nine, and gives a content hum.
Daisy gets a smile as she brings his plate over. "Thank you."
The potatoes get a very positive response! And a slightly disappointed look after he finishes them. He still has eggs left, and he keeps eating those.
Pradnakt sends a clump of her potatoes - most of what's left - floating over to him, settling them gently on his plate.
He hesitates for a moment more, still looking for a possible trap, but it doesn't feel like one.
And the potatoes are really good. Thank you, he signs and finishes eating.
You're welcome.
She does end up having another egg, and then once the dishes are handled, she asks if anyone has any plans for the day that they'd like help with.
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