"Well!" Merlin took the book with reverence, as he would any artifact of such advanced ago. "What have we here? An almanac! 1764! Marvelous!" He turned to his book table and set it down, and went away to wash his hands thoroughly before he came back to turn the pages, examining the pages of inked notes. What a delightful little piece of history.
"Luna," he said after a moment, looking over his shoulder at her. "You are so thoughtful. What a lovely find."