September weather in Scotland was probably Mo's favorite, and he wanted to spend as much time outside as possible to take advantage of it. Thus, he found himself spreading out on a bench in the courtyard with a stack of books, a spiral bound notebook full of blank pages, and a determined expression.

And a pencil. He had a nicely sharpened pencil, because wandering around with quill and ink was just not easy. Mo settled most of the books on one side of himself and the notebook on the other, and he dove into the first book in the stack. It was pretty obvious from the bench hogging that he wasn't expecting any company.