Someone looking for Ennis in the reading room would be disappointed this evening; he's gone down to the lab, with Isla as lookout, and is busily making all the makeup he expects to use for himself and a few things that will sell all right. Isla's brought a few bits of wood from the shop and is carving them into little boxes to put the cosmetics in while she keeps an eye out for mals.

The other Manchester kids are happy to relay this to an interested party. There's such a surprising amount of interest in Ennis's objectively silly affinity.