He trotted off, looking for the book that would be just right. The last one had a bit of a black color to the brown of the binding. This time he was eyeing a blue one. He was going to be practical though and not ask for it, but... things were going well and maybe it would be a okay choice, so he picked it up with a questioning look to Henry. Then, looking around he bit his lip. Did he need anything else?

He reached to pick up a new pencil, sat it down and shook his head. No, this was good. He had his old quill and his ink was mostly full. There was no reason to push things. He already got a new book and a book of poems. It was a good haul today.