Sam shut the book and yawned. The sheer number of books in the Men of Letters library was enough to make his bibliophile heart happy, the age and condition of them upped it to ecstasy. He grabbed his coffee only to realize that it had gone cold long ago.
Sam stood up and went to the kitchen for a fresh cup and stopped at the sight infront of him: his favorite salad, everything ready with a jar of dressing next to it and a peanutbutter banana sandwich ready to eat. He smiled. He could take a break and eat something.