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Eve exited the Annex to find Cassandra hauling food. (Specifically the good kind of food that is known as 'pizza', which is also called a pie for some reason.) Now, the Library gave them mostly whatever they needed (light, shelter, even basic ingredients for cooking) in return for their services.

The Library, however could not create a perfectly make a King's Pizza style pizza (something Ezekiel had been considering training it to do, but he didn't know how to reward a library. How do you do that. It's magic.), so it was up the the Librarians to fetch the takeout.

Eve rushed down the stairs two at a time to get to Cassandra. She took one box and responded with a basic "Mhm." as the redhead thanked her.

"You seem distracted, Eve."

"Mhm."

"What?"

"Mhm."

"Eve."

The colonel blinked. "Mhm?"

Cassandra sighed with a long breath that carried a small chuckled on it as Eve reached out with her free hand and opened the door. "You seem distracted, Eve." Cassandra repeated, lowering the load onto a nearby Table. "What's up?" She stretched an arm over her head.

Eve exhaled and set down the boxes, wondering why they needed eight whole boxes of pizza. "Did you ever read the classics in school?"

"Classics?" Cassandra squeezed her eyes shut. "Classics... Blue... Bronte..." Her eyes opened again. "Yeah, we did. Not a lot."

"The Iliad?"

"Maybe... I don't even remember most of their names. There was one-" she paused mid stretch as a knuckle made a rather satisfactory pop- "where people burned books."

"Fahrenheit 451?"

Cassandra blinked, then grinned. "Yeah. Fahrenheit... Celcius... 451, paper burns... No, auto-ignites..." She began muttering and waving her fingers, splashing at imaginary colors.

Eve winced, cursing herself. It was always hard to calm down Cassandra from one of these little mathematical escapades. Except for Jake. He knew what was going on. If Eve played her cards right, Cassandra would probably not get a bloody nose or hyperactive with math. "Cassie," Eve said gently. She decided (for once at least) to follow Stone's lead. "Hey, Cassandra. Anchor to a smell."

Mm. No, no, that wasn't what he said.

Apparently, to Eve's relief, it was close enough. Cassandra exhaled slowly now, breathing in blueberries. "I... Was still a janitor." Eve helped her sit in a cushy chair, coaxing her quietly. "Th-there was a little boy..."

"Oh, good!" a voice crowed as Cassandra jumped. "Pizza!"

"Ezekiel!" Cassandra's cheeks flushed pink as the Australian scooped up four of the eight boxes. "D-don't sneak up on people like that!"

Ezekiel opened a box with his free hand and pulled at a cheesy slice. "I came up the elevator." He smiled (half apologetic) at Cassandra. "Those are loud. The old ones. Can't believe Jenkins won's upgrade." Ezekiel took a bite and grinned, pulling the slice away, strings of cheese bouncing back.

Cassandra pinkened the slightest more and jumped up, grabbing the last few boxes.

Eve tsked Ezekiel and followed them to the stairwell of the Annex. "Come on, Jones. Jenkins is old fashioned, that doesn't mean-"

The doors they were walking towards opened. "Doesn't mean what, Colonel Baird?" Jenkins asked nonchalantly, a brow raised.

"No- I- nothing."

"You seem flustered."

"Because you just magically appeared in front of us and opened the doors."

"Or you were just very loud."

Ezekiel grinned at Eve. "Looks like we're on the same level."

This little quip got Jenkins' disapproval and a little sarcastic 'hm' from the Caretaker. "Why do we need eight-"

"There was a sale!" Ezekiel called behind him, dropping the boxes onto the dining table. "Buy two, get one free."

Eve recounted the pizzas. "Jones, there's only eight."

Ezekiel paused. He counted. Then he counted again. "Cassie?"

"I only picked up eight."

Ezekiel sighed. "I betcha its the mellenial meat."

"I... Excuse me." Jenkins said, perplexed. "Mellenial meat?"

"I don't mean you, Jenkins," Ezekiel replied while half distracted in dialing in his phone.

Eve quickly looked at Jenkins. "He doesn't mean it."

The caretaker didn't seem bothered by Ezekiel in the least. If anything, it was the naming choice if Ezekiel's precious pizza. "Do they even know what a mellenial is?"

Eve sighed. She walked back to the card catalogue and looked back to make sure Jenkins wasn't watching.

She opened the 'A' drawer and pulled out a card.

Athena. Mythology. Greek goddess. Also called Athene and Pallas Athena.

[HAHA ITS FOUR THIRTY IN THE MORNING GOOD NIGHT]