[ Orpheus peers into the library, the bottle of water and apple chips still tucked under his arm, and for a moment he just... watches Farrah, perplexed, before shrugging it off and wandering over to sit down next to her. ]
Hey. [ he says, gently, setting down the bag of dried apples between them and holding out the water bottle to her. He picks up one of the pages she's torn out of an encyclopedia, squinting at it. ] ... Were these all about Mozart?
Library
Hey. [ he says, gently, setting down the bag of dried apples between them and holding out the water bottle to her. He picks up one of the pages she's torn out of an encyclopedia, squinting at it. ] ... Were these all about Mozart?