There's space at the table next to Magistra Colle, and Inric and Anvar make their way over. Opposite them, Jakin squawks with shock as one of the bookwyrm kits sneaks its head under his arm to filch a pastry from his place. "Hey!" He leans over backwards, trying to grab the kit, but it is too fast for him. "Bring that back!" Mina is laughing too hard to help. "Is this food all right for the kits?" Magistra Colle asks. "It is better that they eat chuckets than books," Inric says.