Alistair had been in a good mood when he stopped by the library to return some books he'd borrowed. It was a nice day, nothing had tried to kill him yet and he hadn't run into any of Wonderland's less pleasant residents. And then Killian had to open his mouth and ruin it.

Spinning to face the man, whom he hadn't noticed siting there until he spoke and would (maybe) have been content to ignore when he did, he opens his mouth to snap a retort-

And closes it again. Looking over the other man, gaze lingering on his most notable feature, Alistair remembers their first conversation here and the copper drops with an almost audible thunk. Smirking, he walks closer, shifting the couple of books he's carrying from under his arm so he can get at one in particular. "Oh, don't worry about me disturbing you." Like Killian has already gone and done himself. "I'm just bringing these back. I think one of them belongs to you."

And he tosses the copy of Peter Pan - which was not the scary story of a child-kidnapping evil mage he'd been hoping for - in Kill- Hook's lap. He might be wrong here. But he didn't think so. How many books could there be featuring a hook-handed man with flowery eyes?