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[epistemological]

"Well, I wish you well of it, though of course I'm not much for languages," he says cheerfully in return as he takes a seat. "It makes sense, though. There's always certain amounts of psychology and sociology available in one's native language that doesn't directly translate."

A pause.

"Given I know you two get along well enough, I proposed a switch to Lark the other day: let him take my spot in the library and I'll take over the dinner shift in the dining hall. He took me up on it. That's... not a problem, is it?"

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His eyebrows flick up in surprise, and the book he has tucked against his hip gets put on the table as he takes a seat with Jon.

"Yeah, of course. I assume he'll be taking your office, then, but-" He gives Jon an open, quizzical look. "Why?"

[epistemological]

Very very dry.

"...clearly, I can't stand my coworkers and I've never read a book in my life."

He huffs a laugh before Tim can even dignify that.

"I... thought it might not be a bad idea to have a chance of pace. And Lark's been roughing it on the dinner shift for ages."