"How do you make a recipe a metaphor?" That really just creates more questions than answers any.
He finishes drawing the book off the shelf, turning it over in his hands before flipping open the cover. He spares Scout's a short glance--it definitely doesn't look like a romance-slash-recipe book, but he's come to quickly realize that the Scribe and Curator have no sense of anything in regards to clarity of their hundreds, thousands of works.
"Not so far," his gaze lowers as he quickly skims the two pages he's on, before snapping the book shut and pushing it back on the shelf. His finger skates along the spines as he reads them, and then settles on another one to do the same thing. "I don't understand the order of this at all. The Priory is much more organized."
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He finishes drawing the book off the shelf, turning it over in his hands before flipping open the cover. He spares Scout's a short glance--it definitely doesn't look like a romance-slash-recipe book, but he's come to quickly realize that the Scribe and Curator have no sense of anything in regards to clarity of their hundreds, thousands of works.
"Not so far," his gaze lowers as he quickly skims the two pages he's on, before snapping the book shut and pushing it back on the shelf. His finger skates along the spines as he reads them, and then settles on another one to do the same thing. "I don't understand the order of this at all. The Priory is much more organized."