Hearing the words of scorn, Peter glanced up from a book he had picked up. He had been busy browsing the cover of the paperback on insects, an aged tome including no illustrations that were hand drawn considering the age. He had yet to crack it open to see how accurate the information and photos were when the words of the young woman came to him.
A smirk, and Peter nodded, "Yelling at it isn't going to do it any good. It can't help that it's outdated." The words offered were void of malice or any negativity, mostly they were playful. Inviting.
He lifted the book he was holding, "I have a feeling this one is going to be like that, too. Outdated and inaccurate, but that's what makes them fun. Being able to see where information was back in the age it was originally written. Thank God for updated technology."