Shego rolled her eyes at him. "Simmer down, nerdlinger, it's just one book. Your other one's still okay, right?" And she couldn't remember much about Alice in Wonderland, beyond the fact that its author probably took a lot of drugs during his formative years, but it didn't show up in her recollection as the most coherent piece of literature to begin with.

She also faintly remembered some of the cast being threatened with execution. Shego sighed and pushed her glass away - needed a clear head, darn it - and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Okay. This happened to me before I showed here. TV, not a book, but same completely whacked idea. They can't hear us talking, or...y'know, they'd say something." She gestured to the opened book, which hadn't acknowledged them in any way. "So if we can talk to them at all, there's gotta be some other way."