There's nothing ruthless about Punie as she finishes the last burning sip of her drink. Her expression is as sunny as it usually is, her cheeks still a bit flushed from earlier. Yet her mind is running along its darker lines, turning over his words. I don't think you're so very normal as you say you are. I think there's much more to you than you want to tell me. But you promised that you wouldn't make things easy for me...and I can be very patient, when I want to be.

Those are thoughts she can keep to herself, for now. Especially as another thought has come to her, one worth mentioning aloud. "Oh, I meant to ask -- did you ever find out who damaged all those poor books in the library? Or if there was a reason why they were damaged?" She shakes her head sorrowfully. "It's so sad to think about opening a nice book and seeing something like that."