"Yes -- thank you very much". Adrien sat up, stretched his shoulders a bit, then turned towards Valerion, who had gone back to writing.

"Ah -- please wait a moment", Valerion muttered, "allow me to finish this thought...".

Adrien nodded; he stood up, grabbed the blanket that now lay disheveled on the couch, folded it neatly, then set it against one of the corners of the couch. A few minutes after that, Valerion closed his journal, satisfied; then he gestured dismissively at the open books on the table, which closed with a loud snap and took flight in a disorderly manner, eventually careening to their places on the shelves that lined the walls of the room. Adrien chuckled as he watched one of the books wobble its way in the space between two other tomes; then Valerion turned towards him, smiling.

"All done", he said. "Ready for dinner?".