There he was. A thirteen year old boy torn between information and information, his only two loves, but money. Hehehe. Butt money. Hehehe, anyway! Cutty Mordaunt made a decision. He would visit Mr. Kitridge later on and have a private talk with him about the books he had been reading. He hadn't seen Mr. Kitridge for some time, anyway and they were about due for a visit. All part of Cutty's long term plan to coerce the Librarian at a slow and even pace in order that he may win privilege to the restricted section without having to procure a Professor's note. Cutty thought he could've gotten one of those easily enough, but he preferred to do it through the Librarian. More opportunities.

Cutty took one step onto the clear space and felt the warmth radiating off of the blankets. He sat on one and took another and nuzzled into it like a cold bird. "Hello, Professor Thompson." He was getting better at acknowledging his teachers.