Just moments later, Amy is pulling a large tome on troll anatomy from the shelves. The illustrations and neat cursive scrawl light up as her eyes traverse the pages. She sniffs. Magic aside, the pictures aren’t as good as Netter’s.

Bohdi peers over her shoulder, and then ducks away. She’s vaguely aware of him climbing up a ladder. She’s just reviewing the troll’s anterior cruciate ligament — more human than orangutan, definitely, when she hazards a glance up at Bohdi. He’s sitting on the highest rung of a ladder, nose buried in a book. The title on the spine makes her eyebrows hike, Mating Rituals Among the Elvish People.

Stifling a snort, Amy licks her lips and says as innocently as she can manage, “What ‘cha lookin’ at there?”

Not looking at her, Bohdi says, “Oh, you know…dry, boring, anatomical…stuff.”

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Anyone get the Netter reference?