<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Cut and bandaged finger.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Circe and I get into our usual verbal sparring; this can last for a while unless Chloe interferes, which she usually does does by dramatically rolling her eyes and telling us to stop being immature and behave ourselves, but this time it's different.<br/><br/>Book's in pain?  I must say the approach is novel, and apparently effective.  "Are you channelling your granny, Chlo?  Or trying to found a local chapter of PETAL -- People for Ethical Treatment of Arcane Literature?  And just so you know," I point my bandaged finger at the book, "it attacked me first!"<br/><br/>Circe grabs our hands, placing them on the book and telling it to open, and suddenly there's a soft <em>CLICK</em> and the latch snaps open.  "A pressure panel in the cover?" I venture a guess.  Could be, it's thick enough to conceal one.  "I should have figured.  Good job!"</span>