“Oh, Amy, you are an absolute angel,” Peter practically moaned in approval, snagging the iced mocha and handing her the other. “For the record, any variation of mocha is fine with me. Mind the books, luv,” he chided when she set the donuts down on the table amidst the scattered texts.
Peter looked around at the paper storm covering his tiny living room and raised an eyebrow at Amy. “I did say the research was going to be a shitload of reading. I went and raided the library this morning, decided to just get started and I’d sort through the mess later. This is just the stuff from this world specifically. I haven‘t even started looking for anything on the worlds the other displaced people are from.”
He took a swig of his drink, savoring the blend of flavors. Hopefully the caffeine would help some with the slight headache he could feel building after spending all day squinting at fine print. “Go ahead and sit down if you want,” he said, gesturing at the couch. “Just don’t get my notes all tangled up.”