"I think it would be best if you didn't get arrested," Jamie agreed, grabbing a stool, tucking one leg under himself as he sat down. "But yeah, I remember her." He pulled two slices of bread toward him, and whatever meat and cheese he could reach, and started assembling his own sandwich.
"Hiding in the library is a time-honored method of avoiding people you don't want to talk to," Jamie went on. "It's always worked for me, at any rate."