Woody scribbled something down, marked his place in his huge book and closed it. He jumped down from his chair and wandered along the stacks, idly trailing his fingers against the book jackets, picking one out before taking an abrupt right and strolling up to the vending machine. He had to stand on tiptoe to reach the coin slot. The machine spat out a plastic cup, filled it with coffee, and dropped a lid on it. Woody carefully pressed the lid on tight and then, carrying it and his new book, wandered back towards his seat. As he passed Peter, he placed the coffee on the closest available surface, and kept going without comment, back to his work.