Finally, the book was finished. The ending was fairly satisfying, but it always felt odd when he reached the end of a book. The world never seemed quite the same somehow. Attempting a sigh, which didn't really end up making any noise, as usual, he rose from his chair and picked up the book. As soon as he returned it to the bookshelf he had gotten it from, he returned to the table to pick up his tablet. With the device in hand, he made his way to the dining room. The housekeeper would probably call them soon, though it actually surprised him somewhat that he hadn't been interrupted.