Bobby smiled faintly, unfolding from his seat as the man landed, watching Thatcher greet him, "Ain't it somethin'?" He shrugged one shoulder, shooing the dog into the house and waving his guest in next, "C'mon in, going to give the library another once-over, just in case it's in there, after that there's a couple back rooms being used as storage space, more'n likely it's in one of those."