log: adrian and ren
Ren pulled back at that notion pondering through some of the books they had on the history of Henry VIII. There were definitely enough players in that one to fit what Adrian had mentioned. He started through the books in his head as he slid the cloth over the top of the espresso machine once again.
When he finished he reached for a paper cup, put a tea bag in it, and then poured out the rest of the hot water over it, so that he could put it over for cleaning. He sat his own cup to the side, he'd take it home with him more than likely, and then looked back.
"Courts would definitely fit that criteria and if you've got a dynamic author even the non-fiction can be a delight to read," he tilted his head thoughtfully. "I don't know if we've got it over there, but there was one I read when I was in school - we only had to read a few of the chapters, but I went through the entire thing because I found it fascinating. Of course, I also probably lacked proper friends," he mused wryly. "Books are better than people though, present company excluded."
He started a large tub of water and soap to wash up utensils and while it was filling he walked around the space gathering up all the odds and ends of things that would need the washing. "It's not courts, but I'm pretty certain we've a used copy of The Name of the Rose over there."