"You guys take all sorts, right?" Lyra asked, moving aside a dog-eared Danielle Steel. "Are they always donations, or do you buy stuff from people too? Sometimes folks in my building give me their broken shit, sometimes cuz they know I like fixing it, sometimes cuz my apartment's closer to theirs than the trash. Could keep an eye out for cool stuff for you?" she offered, setting aside (with an amazed quirk of her eyebrows) a celebrations themed cookbook sporting a faded cover with a turkey shaped jelly on the front. Why would anyone throw that out?! Lyra needed to get her hands on a turkey shaped jelly mold for Thanksgiving, stat.
She didn't even look at the next book till it was in her hands, the turkey looked so alarming it was mesmerizing, and when she did look, her heartbeat kicked up a notch. Growing Your Family Tree, it was. Find Your Forebears On The Web!! it proclaimed, in a spikey bubble on the cover, with double exclamations marks and all. Lyra narrowed her eyes slightly at it. Very funny she thought, at the universe in general, and put it down on top of the cookbook.