Books he can slip out of the library, paper's not too hard to come by so long as one isn't taking like an entire notebook's worth of paper without being a research-y paper writing type. That's all fine, but it's the cellar project that has his attention.
"You're making schnapps," he repeats flatly, incredulously. "You've got a still in the basement. You've got a fruity boozy operation going on that Addie's encouraging." (Just because Adelaide doesn't like to be called that to her face doesn't mean he doesn't think of her as Addie in his head.) "Dude. I knew you were talking about making tastier booze happen here, but I had no idea you had a little operation going. Yeah! Yeah, I'll make sure it hasn't exploded. I'll even, y'know, not touch it. To make sure it doesn't explode."
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"You're making schnapps," he repeats flatly, incredulously. "You've got a still in the basement. You've got a fruity boozy operation going on that Addie's encouraging." (Just because Adelaide doesn't like to be called that to her face doesn't mean he doesn't think of her as Addie in his head.) "Dude. I knew you were talking about making tastier booze happen here, but I had no idea you had a little operation going. Yeah! Yeah, I'll make sure it hasn't exploded. I'll even, y'know, not touch it. To make sure it doesn't explode."