When Merlin came back, he moved around the edge of the room, choosing not to interfere with Rosario's work, and instead finding himself a book and his favourite armchair and settling himself down to watch Rosario over the top of it while he pretended to read.
She was certainly a woman dedicated to her work. She seemed to attack the problem with seriousness and focus, determined to make it conform to her will, and Merlin respected that. She went along the books, making notations on, he assumed, subject and title, and he liked the care with which she treated everything in his library too. It displayed a conscientiousness that was admirable.
After a while he moved to the window seat so he could smoke his pipe and not smoke up the library, and they passed the time in a comfortable silence for a good hour or more. After a long while, Merlin cleared his throat lightly and tapped his pipe into an ashtray.
"What's your favourite method of divination?" he asked, dropping his book down into his lap. "I'm particularly fond clamancy. Have you heard of it?"