Disclaimer: Own them? Hah, I only wish. Scenario's probably mine, though.
250 words, originally intended as giftfic for Morgan Idril.
As usual, anonymous comments get answered in my profile.
"Are you sure it should go there? What about right after the Going Under The Water Safely Device?"
"Ook."
"If you really think so..."
The Patrician watched the Librarian perform complex actions with needles and thread, cloth, strange metal instruments, and pots of glues as Leonard peered over his shoulder, fascinated.
Leonard was really very prolific.
Giving him all the paper he wanted kept him quite content, but resulted in an awful lot of paper with valuable and yet incredibly dangerous designs on it. Storing it was obviously a tricky business. Where could you hide something you didn't want lost but couldn't have found?
The Librarian finished working and carefully held the result up for inspection. The Patrician nodded. The new book was masterfully crafted, with a handsome dark green binding.
"I am certain it will have a good home in your library. That book is unique," he said, choosing his words carefully. "It would be a shame if someone should borrow it and perhaps return it in…less than perfect condition."
"Ook!" The Librarian looked affronted at the very idea that he might let anyone else near his new treasure.
The Patrician nodded slightly in acknowledgement.
"Very well. I think we are finished for the night."
The Librarian nodded gravely, and cradling the book to his chest with one hairy arm, he opened the window and swung contentedly out over the rooftops.
Even for him, it wasn't every day one got to preside over the birth of a new book.