Serik materializes clothes on himself, because he is a cheater.

She giggles and smooches him on his cheating cheek and pulls on the dress.

"I love you."

"I love you," she says, and loops her arms around his neck. "Library?"

"Walking or flying? Or should I just carry you there?"

"I think that last one actually sounds like best of both worlds."

Scoop!

Library.

Being carried is nice! She is a very cuddly armful.

He loves his cuddly armful of elf.

She loves him too! And his library, it is a good library.

He carries her to the bottom floor and sits on a couch with her in his lap.

She leans her head on his shoulder. "Any more recommendations?"

"Mmmmm. I'm distracted from thoughts of literature by how cuddly you are."

"Sweetheart," she accuses playfully.

Giggle.

She cuddles him some more.

Cuddles!!

Mmm.

"What time is it?" she wonders idly. "And what time should we leave for House Valire?"

"Maybe an hour until sundown. And it's not like we're expected."

"Well, that's true. I think I'd like to get at least a little reading in, and then we should probably eat, and then..." she shrugs. "I'd rather get it over with sooner than later."

"All right." Pet pet.

She kisses him and then slips out of his lap to go peruse the shelves.

The shelves contain books!

Serik watches her with a contented smile.

She smiles back and picks out some poetry and comes back and sits in his lap and rests her head on his shoulder and reads.

Mm, cozy.