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.
It's fine if he doesn't get it all on the first day, doesn't mean anything. She'll get something simpler for him to learn with, if he wants to, this is just what she happened to have today.
And that seems like Daisy's cue to bring dinner over; it's a casserole of thinly sliced zucchini, potatoes, and tomatoes over lightly caramelized onions.
Pradnakt gives him a slightly bigger serving than her own, again, and then tucks in.
(It's delicious, of course.)
He's a bit more used to being given more food, not quite as unsettled by it. And he definitely enjoys it.
"Thank you, Daisy."
"You're welcome."
"Keep it up, Love, maybe he'll get a couple of inches back after all."
Pradnakt clears out to get some 'saber practice in after dinner, and Daisy goes to do her chores; Nova can come along if he'd like.
No surprise there.
Pradnakt comes back just as the sun is beginning to set, while they're still watering the garden. "Hey Nova, want to come up on the roof and watch the sunset with me?"
She leads the way around to the far side of the house, where he hasn't been before, and gestures for him to go up the ladder bolted to the wall there.
At the top of the ladder he finds a wooden platform laid out on top of the metal roof, square and large enough to comfortably stretch out on; there are two cushions set out on it, one bleached nearly white, the other a dark plum one that seems to have come from Pradnakt's bed, and the carafe of water from the kitchen with two glasses.
-The jug reminds him that he's a little thirsty, and he pours himself a glass, half-turning to offer to pour Pradnakt a glass.
"Thank you, Nova."
She settles on the faded cushion and pats the other one.
The sunset isn't very far along, but it's far enough to catch on the installations out in the desert and make them twinkle.
After a few minutes Pradnakt scoots over to put an arm around his shoulders.
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