The Perk, Monday

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For a longish jaunt to the past, this one hadn't gone too badly. It had been nice enough weather that Henry had been able to spend it camping in the meadow while Clare brought him food and sulked about the utter unfairness of French tutoring in the summer.

Still, it was good to be home. (And to be able to turn off that running water.) Once Henry got himself dressed and ready for work, he paused at a coffee shop on the way to the library. There was a certain luxurious heaviness to the fall air that made him want to linger in the out-of-doors. He thumbed through his book, deliberately taking his time with his coffee.

He'd get to work ... sometime.

[OOC: Open post, yep!]