I smile, very small, at the way that Puck's eyebrows come together as she looks at the librarians. It seems just as much a challenge to approach them for guidance as it was for us to create our understanding on the cliff overlooking the beach. But, for her, it may be just as vital, unless she wants to eat beans for a month.

"That's about as far as I've gotten as well," I admit softly, and shake my head. Her computer takes a moment to come to life, and we're both left momentarily staring at it. I end up snorting a laugh at how helpless we both are about this.