Orpheus sniffed the air in the guest room, enjoying the atmosphere that had been so lovingly crafted, before turning to the maid that had led his to his room. "Is there a menu here, or anything like that? No? Never mind then, if you can just go and get me one of everything the chef is capable of preparing that would be splendid." He didn't even wait for her to respond as he spun around and picked one of the many books off the shelf at random and flipped it open, only understanding the maid had left as he heard the door shut on the way out. He didn't mind if she didn't bring him his meal, he only wanted it for the flavor anyway, he could get it in the city later if there was time. Time was really the problem, there was not enough time. Now that all the important things were done with he was ready to get down to his passion and pack as much scholarship as possible into the limited amount of time he would be staying here. 

The book itself seemed to be an official history of the original timeline, or at least what had been pieced together by the scholars of this world. He wondered if he could get copies off all of these brought back to his own world. Human culture was the fascination of many a Terminal, but there was so little of it they had found compared to how much there must have been. The world was wonderful, yes, but it was mysterious and perhaps these books covering the evolution of different timeline humans would shed some light on the ones that had created the Servers and the Terminals. 

Deciding to take his time in the garden, he was surprised to see another human hard at work destroying it. He'd never seen a human do something like that before, but the way she was working intrigued and exited him. Human science was something they knew even less about than culture. He crossed his legs in the air, leaving the door swinging open behind him, and floated over for some good old fashioned human observation. There was a sharp electric popping sound as he synchronized his eyes from one another so that he could continue reading his book while observing the human, but that was the only noise he made has he recorded her work over her shoulder. 

[@Drifting Pollen]