She’d seen it before, every time she came to the library. But those past times had been in the presence of others so she could never investigate it ...he way she really wanted to. It stood next to a porcelain lamp. The sweets case. A little box balanced on one of the stands beside the reading sofas. She knew it had sweets in it. She’d seen Sire Mastro take one in the past and pop it in his mouth, when he hadn’t known she was watching. But they weren’t for little girls, or so the housefolk said. . “Lot of the more old fashioned Mages wear those silly robes and cloaks. Pull on a mask and mingle at the edges until people leave and slip out with them,” I said.“Bit basic, but eminently possible I guess,” Thea agreed. “Most of our security is based on keeping Mages out, not in.”“Do we record comings and goings as in teleports out?” Róisín asked.“None were made during our initial scan, but there have been several in the last few minutes,” Thea said after a pause whilst she made a few mental. Bring all your kitchen utensils. I’ll sign a paper saying that anything which can prepare food is yours.”Actually, Craig had, under her direction, bought several pieces of cookware. She couldn’t imagine taking them from him, though she couldn’t imagine him using them, either.They took Anne to Lincoln Park zoo on one of her Saturdays. Craig had shown her how to renew the books on-line. Anne really enjoyed the trip, and the elephants were her favorite. Though the big apes and the big cats both. "Here it is," she said, holding it out for Amy."Where, mom?" Amy joked, pretending not to see it, and since it was made up of some string and a couple of tiny patches of cloth, there really was hardly anything to look at."I want to see it on you, mom," Amy said. "That's the only way you can tell whether a swimsuit does the job."There was mom, standing in front of the two of us, with the string bikini in her hand. What would she do now?"I'll be right back, hon, I'm going to slip it on," she.