"You are the very very best bar."

She takes her books and says something that maybe sounds like "byeTyelcormoseeyou!" and heads back to her room to read.

He should also do that but he super super super doesn't want to. 

Ugh.

"Do you have, uh, history and science books written in Valinor in the last couple of centuries -"

Yes. She provides a selection.

He retreats to a corner to give himself a headache and mope and figure out what they've been up to.

They have not been up to much. That is soothing.

She's... just gonna monopolize her room for several hours and think about this rapidly dwindling cast of a characters whose problems are way more dire than any of hers. That'll be fine. When she gets thirsty she'll drink water from the tap, and when she gets hungry she'll ignore it, because fixing this problem would require either paying for things or directly asking for questions from her alternate self's Star Trek alien best friend.

Eventually she runs out of new books, reflects on how she is really failing to actually solve any problems this way, and heads downstairs to return her books to the Bar.

Bar accepts the books, disappearing them as they are set on her surface. Can I help you with anything else?

"Uh - I should think about how to be responsible about using the books. I should also probably eat something. I guess."

Do you want me to put a meal on your tab?

Mrrrgh.

"- you're, uh, good paying stuff off after you get paid, right?"

"Hmmm? - oh, of course, of course. Eat something."

OK then. Gotta order something like a reasonable person. She'd ask what they have, but she's pretty sure they have, like, everything, which means she has to produce some kind of preference without any sort of, like, prompting.

"Can you do, um, fried rice and crab rangoon and sesame chicken, but like, all of those the way they have them at the Kung Fu Buffet in San Jose?"

And here they are. Big ol' heap of rice, six crab rangoons, pile of steaming hot chicken.

"Thank you."

(It's been a really long time since she's gotten to have something this good and safe and home wrapped up in a food.)

She needs a hug so much and he can't hug her. It's terrible.

Tragic, really.

She very contentedly munches her food.

He turns back to his stupid horrible books.

"So what'd you get? Books-wise."

"Uh, I was checking in on what they've published in my dimension of origin since I left."

"... isn't it supposed to be, like, paused?"

"Not since I got here, since I left there, eight hundred years ago, except actually before that I was busy being dead so I haven't been there and alive in like thirty-five thousand. It's a long story."

"Ohh. - seems like that'd be a lot to catch up on."

"I'm not gonna get through all of it."

"Yeah. I mean, nobody could. Probably. Unless your dimension has, like, twelve people in it."

"I just wanted to skim for important stuff but I hadn't actually given a lot of thought to how I'd do that given all the books ever and no one to talk to."

"Yeah. - I keep thinking I should be, like, asking for a cure for cancer, or something, but it's not like I'd understand it if I read it anyway."