He pulled Nev's essay around to look at it for a moment. "Well maybe y'could..." he scanned the parchment briefly. "Nope, you are good and screwed, mate." He offered his friend an apologetic smile. "Sorry."
Seamus leaned back in his chair as well, tossing his quill down and lacing his hands behind his head. "I don't think I'm much better off, t'be honest. I can't figure out what we're s'posed t'be doin' with this book anyhow, or how it relates." He gestured at the additional reference text that had been giving him fits.
"Yeah, Snap sounds brilliant right about now. 'Specially since I have t'go meet Parkinson later for rounds. D'you have a deck down here or should I grab mine from upstairs?"