The more surprising moment happened even before dinner when first walking into the garage. Midnight's eyes figuratively lit up upon seeing the worn and dirty bookcase packed full of service manuals towering behind my counter. Those eyes lit up in a more literal sense as she plucked three of the thickest books from the shelf aided by an errant bit of scrap metal laying nearby, and used a hubcap as a tray to carry those treasures upstairs for 'some reading tonight.'