Flynn chuckled at the enthusiasm and particularly the expressions. "That's the spirit."

He was soon engulfed in his reading, flipping pages and muttering quietly to himself. Sometimes he, too, slipped a piece of paper in one of the books so he would find the sections faster. But over time his focus waned and he felt his eyes wander back to the cupboard then and again. Unwilling to give into the unnatural demand he buried himself in a new stack of books, taking one of Peter's from time to time to look what he found.

"Hey, uh, if you're hungry or anything, you let me know, right? I tend to forget these things."