Bobby had watched this process, head tilting, just staying out of the way, leaning against the desk. He nodded at the question, "Yeah, c'mon." He pointed at the dog on the way out of the library, "Stay, Thatch." He snagged a ring of keys off the hook by the door, heading down the back hall and unlocking what had started out as a spare bedroom, but was now a storage space.
The walls were lined with shelves, most of them home made so that they could hold the assorted boxes, crates, jars and cannisters that any Hunter who'd lived as long as Bobby had kept around, "How much smaller are you looking for? About switch size or about wand size? Smaller than that?"