Laura had looked kind of skinny. His only response to that is a slightly bemused look -- and then she mentions books. That's like, the second best thing in the world, next to art. Or maybe they're tied. Either way, Conrad seems to brighten a tiny bit, and he looks around for a bookstore or a library or something that might be in viewing distance.

"Somebody's stocking up for morning, in that case," he says, rubbing a little at his arm. "Um, shall we head that way, then?"