[Franziska had gotten up gone to breakfast, and then heard the announcement that there were nonfiction books, which is probably the best thing that had happened since they'd been brought here. She makes a beeline directly for the library and then after briefly glancing around directly to the books. Not a huge number, but this is delightful. She picks up a few and flips through them, eyes flicking over the pages to check if they were as new and perfect as they appeared to be.]

Finally there's something to do in here. I wonder.... what happened to the rest of them, though? If we have these then surely they don't object to anything but fairy tales on principle.