Sweet and Tasty
Invictus_88
*He walks in through the door and leaves a bottle of black ink on the girls table, he doesn't stop or slow his pace and nor does he look at her. He keeps walking as if he put nothing down until he reaches the far end of the room. At which point he sits down out of clear sight, unfolds a scrap of paper with black and white squares on a grid and slowly adds letters to the various spaces.*
*he looks rather confused for a moment*
Erm, the bottle? It looks like ink. Why do you ask? Oh, and the book? Evil is still out there, it's just that we may have lost a tool against it.