"I'm out," she's got no doubts about that. Either there wasn't much in that second vial, or whatever that metal was burns a lot faster. Danae's Iron still sits in her belly like a tumor, palpable, but Triss recognizes the feel of it now. She's had Iron lumps before, maybe 'cuz of something she ate, and carrying them around never hurt her. In fact she's pretty sure they just go away on their own eventually? Will it work that way with all the metals? What if she ate, like, a penny?
She should totally eat a penny.
Triss has no real idea where the books are supposed to go. There're so many bookshelves in the house, most of them full of boring adult homework material. Has Hannibal been hiding the important stuff in plain sight, between academic journals and his old textbooks? That wouldn't be surprising, only she figures he wouldn't put these out in the living room or the kitchen, where any visitor might casually poke through the spines. The office is sorta out of the way, though, and then there's upstairs. A random magic book here and there would be pretty effective. Except this one's not magic, it sounds like, so if somebody found it there'd only be some raised eyebrows. Maybe not even that, since everybody who knows Hannibal figures he's eccentric pretty quick.
"Oh," she wrinkles her nose and sets it very carefully on the desk blotter, even if it's not magically combustable. "Why'd you even have it?"
One of the others had asked a similar question earlier, which he'd waved off with an explanation about preparing to parent a magical kid. But he's only had her for not even six months, and she didn't see him unpack crates of new books back in Boston. So this is stuff he already owned. "And where d'you find stuff like that?"
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Date: 2016-08-06 08:48 pm (UTC)She should totally eat a penny.
Triss has no real idea where the books are supposed to go. There're so many bookshelves in the house, most of them full of boring adult homework material. Has Hannibal been hiding the important stuff in plain sight, between academic journals and his old textbooks? That wouldn't be surprising, only she figures he wouldn't put these out in the living room or the kitchen, where any visitor might casually poke through the spines. The office is sorta out of the way, though, and then there's upstairs. A random magic book here and there would be pretty effective. Except this one's not magic, it sounds like, so if somebody found it there'd only be some raised eyebrows. Maybe not even that, since everybody who knows Hannibal figures he's eccentric pretty quick.
"Oh," she wrinkles her nose and sets it very carefully on the desk blotter, even if it's not magically combustable. "Why'd you even have it?"
One of the others had asked a similar question earlier, which he'd waved off with an explanation about preparing to parent a magical kid. But he's only had her for not even six months, and she didn't see him unpack crates of new books back in Boston. So this is stuff he already owned. "And where d'you find stuff like that?"