[Latvia's eyes lit up as he saw them. Carefully he took them from Estonia, feeling the texture of the covers on his palms and tracing each letter with his eyes.
Books! Honest to God books! Not that there weren't books in Mayfield but there was nothing he wanted to read and definitely nothing in his native language. For a moment he stands there stunned with a stupid smile on his face]
Thank-you... Thank-you so much!
[Setting the books down on the desk he takes something from the crate. As a token of gratitude he presents Estonia with a bottle of Riga Black Balsam]
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Books! Honest to God books! Not that there weren't books in Mayfield but there was nothing he wanted to read and definitely nothing in his native language. For a moment he stands there stunned with a stupid smile on his face]
Thank-you... Thank-you so much!
[Setting the books down on the desk he takes something from the crate. As a token of gratitude he presents Estonia with a bottle of Riga Black Balsam]
And this is for you. I saved it especially.