Fuck. There went Bob's one chance of actually being able to understand what the hell he was supposed to be teaching these kids. Not to mention Schechter's book, though that really wasn't something Bob was worrying over right now. Not to mention that it said a great deal about Berg's character. For someone who was supposed to be cunning, she wasn't exactly showing herself to be the brightest crayon in the box, incinerating a book right in front of a librarian. Even Bob knew that was practically a death wish.
"Thank you, Miss Berg, for your help. I'll talk to you about this matter further at a later time," Bob said stonily, gathering up the rest of the books he'd been consulting and carefully stacking them. He transfigured his bowl of soup into a thermos and stowed it in his pocket. Eating could wait.