Bernard smirked a little, "There must be a photocopier in the library. Leave lots of them lying around the place..." He trailed off, then picked up the pen and pulled the book over to him. "We could have so much fun with this."

He pondered for a second, then wrote back, "This is the outside world, speaking, Cap'n. Do me a favour and move the story along a little. Turn up to a damn teaparty or something and stop complaining about the dress. It looks lovely" Bernard didn't know how the underlining would come across to them, but it might be worth trying.