Could was good enough for now. Even if it had been by accident, the fact that Eddie was willing to sit with them for a bit without the buffer that Jinn usually provided was quite sweet. They wanted to spend more with him, like this, in a comfortable environment where neither of them had any expectations of the other. There had been such a need to solve a problem before that, here, they could simply exist in each other's presence. And perhaps they would learn a bit more about this man in the meantime as well.
J'mon watched with an almost passive gaze, half-curious, as Eddie put his book away and sat down at the table. What they would have done for a nice pot of tea just then. But the book in front of them was enough of an ice-breaker, it seemed, and J'mon had long since outgrown the desire to rest on proper manners.
"I suppose you could call it a diary," J'mon answered. "But only the most interesting events make it to the page. If I documented everything that happened here I would fill up volumes." The writing itself was not in English, and Draconic had a certain brutal elegance to it. It was meant to be drawn with claws, so there was a sharpness to the letters - jagged lines and simple loops made beautiful by using pen and ink instead. The letters moved from right to left as well, instead of the more typical left to right. But had it not been for the half-filled page that might have been difficult to tell just by glancing at the symbols.
"This one is a personal record," they continued. "Some of the others in my collection are meant for the public. But when you live as long as I have you can forget certain moments and I do not wish to forget these."