"Ah, but I think I had a run in with your librarian on the building forums, and I got her hairnet in quite the bunch. I doubt she'll be inviting me to her lending library any time soon," she teased. "And am I not an open book?" she added, eyes alight. "Can you not read between my pages?"
"What sort of superstitions?" she asked, leaning forward with interest. "Rabbits feet and ladders and black cats and Fridays that fall on the thirteenth of the month?"