- And what are you playing? - she asked while they crossed the building. She then listened quietly up untill they arrived at the greenhouse's door.
- Hm. - she emitted as they entered the warm room. It was obvious at the first sight that the greenhouse was a vanity thing, rather than a source of anything useful. It was much more spacious than what little "greenhouses" Caroline saw before, which were mostly dedicated to humble food production inside of a cold rock somewhere in space. The plants were placed in an orderly fashion, more to look pretty than to make efficient use of space. She went deeper, walking down a pathway, and curiously looked over the plants present. She recognised most of them without issues, only a few more exotic examples requiring a closer analysis. - It must've taken quite a while to collect all these plants. - she noticed after a prolonged silence that accompanied her inspection.
''Me?'' he asked standing aside for her to go in ''I play the Piano, saxaphone and Trumpet'' His eyes followed her as she moved throughout the little place, perfectly at home it seemed. It was interesting to see 'terrorists' taking an interest in ecology, although in fairness, Gaians were hardly average 'terrorists'. They actually had understandable reasons. But the thought was irrelevent, here and now she charged along, inspecting Alfred's flowers and plants.
''A long time? probably, Alfred brings back the occassional plant, or get's sent one. It's his pass time, tending to this place. Thoughts?''
Unaware of his line of thought, Caroline was occupied with more mundane matters, merely checking whether the plants were healthy and properly cared for.
- It's an impressive collection. - she said, her inspection turning up a satisfying answer. She then turned her attention back to John. - Who is that Alfred, if may I ask?
- Perhaps one day. - she walked over to John, apparently done with sightseeing the greenhouse. - Could you please show me the library? - she asked afterwards.
''Of course'' he said taking lead again, one of the servants would close the door later, so he didn't bother. He took her to the second floor, the library, being directly infront of the stair case, didn't take long to reach. He opened the door and walked in, intent on getting something from somewhere in it's depths.
The Libraryitself was a reasonable sized room. The windows provided enough light to keep the room warm, Alfred's desk was scattered with work and each book case was titled, from Economics to Medicine, Social sciences to photography. ''Take a book for later if you like'' he said doing so himself in the 'Medicine' section.
Caroline remained at the door for a moment, looking over the room.
- That is going to take a while. - she said, stepping further in and approaching a random bookshelf. She carefully read the titles of a few books before noticing the shelves were, in fact, marked by their content. She smirked to herself, moving along the bookshelf and reading the markers. She eventually stumbled upon a subject of interest and picked up one book after another, looking through them to find the most suitable one. She was handling the books with care, even a bit too carefully, as if they were about to fall apart in her hands.
He looked over to her section and saw the word Fiction carved into the wooden bookcase ''Agatha christie is a good read, if you're looking for something. Alternativly, Tolkien is also good.'' He said finding his own book.
- What did they write about? - she asked while picking a book of Christie's. She then read the title, following it by opening the book and reading through the first page.
''Tolkien and Christie? fantasy and Murder, respectivly. 'And then there were none' is my personal faviourite. It's one of her best if not the.'' He came over to her ''Ah, see you've picked murder on the orient express, also a very good read. Hercule Poirot's series. Just remember, alot over her language is outdated.''
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