"You have a deal," Enid said — as if she would ever disagree with any plan that had Nigel Yarwood buying her breakfast. While the library had been reorganized extensively during the day, there were still tables around — she gestured to one of them. "Let's sit down for a few," Enid said, "And — roll up your sleeve." Seeing as they had grown up in a very small village together, Enid thought she had probably seen Nigel's forearm before, but this felt much more intimate. Intimate, and also very not-intimate, as it was her job. She was not sure how to feel about it.

She trotted over to the table and sat down, pulling her bag off her shoulder and setting it on her lap. "I probably have the right ingredients right here," Enid said with a wry smile.