[ Alice can't understand any of it, no. It would be something that Mr. Radcliffe would hone in on, having his office back in London littered with artifacts from China and Japan. The writing is pretty to her, as she looks down at the pages with a soft smile on her lips.

Where were these things when she was a child? ]

Really? You promise? I'll listen to them.

[ Poor Alice, she has no idea about fandoms. As far a she's concerned, it's a friendly swap of stories. She seems eager by the idea, clutching the book dearly to her chest. ]

Then I can read you stories, too, if you like. They're not boring! I promise.