The laugh from his lovely lady when Martin had, by accident, mistaken one trickster for another, seemed infectious. One might even accuse the two of conspiring, but mostly, it was just Puck being himself. How many times have so many people fallen for it? It's the laughter on his part that might make it seem like conspiracy, though in truth, Puck had simply gambled on what was going to happen, and got six the hard way.<br/><br/>For the time being, it seemed like everyone kind of fell into their own little niche; each taking care of the thing that mattered to them. Sarah was busy in the kitchen, Marty was managing stuff, Scar was working with her computer and her office, and he was left to work with his bookshelf.<br/><br/>His idea of categorizing things is a bit obtuse. He doesn't follow any of the typical standard procedures that libraries or fine book collectors relied on, but that was him, now, wasn't it? Always doing something different, if for no other sake than being different. But there was a madness to his method that could be observed with a few moments of knowing what to look for. it was all done by weight; heaviest (and usually, thickest) books on the bottom, medium sized books in the middle, thin booklets, magazines, novellas and the like on the top. It was then further categorized by the first letter of the first word of the title, rather than by author... so this would result in Stephen King, and other authors, ending up being on several different shelves, because some of his books were bigger than others, and in different parts of the same shelf, because of titles. How he pulls off such shenanigans almost non-stop has only ever been explained with obtuse and folkloric sayings like 'Maybe I'm a Changeling'; or a this, that, or the other thing. Needless to say, the shelf contains a lot of non-fiction about various ancient cultures and spiritual practices... and perhaps surprising to some, some self help books about writing screenplays, or getting into the acting business, or studies of the different forms of poetry throughout different ages and cultures; a few other things, too. If ya had to pick one word for Puck's interests, 'eclectic' was the right one.<br/><br/>it makes sense to him, though, and in the end, that's all that matters. "Scar-arr-arr," He called for her as he continued to sort and make sure it was right. She was still likely fiddling with her computer. "Masks. I know they didn't bother you much when they were hanging on pretty much every available bit of wall space in my old place, but is it gonna be weird if I use our bedroom for the mask collection?" 'Cause seriously, the dude has about five dozen masks, give or take a handful. And some of them were purely decorative, and some saw more use than others... they couldn't just all be shoved into some box in a closet somewhere. He liked his collection.<br/><br/>He took pride in the collection, and he also knew which mask had been given to him by whom. Old sweethearts, old friends, current friends, family, his own self-chosen ones...