"Mm. Just because our common fields are... death and the afterlife, that doesn't mean I'm uninterested in what else she oversees." Chris flickers a look toward Degas and gives him another small smile.

They walk out of the cafe and need a moment to reorient themself, figure out where the library is. Then they ask Degas, "What kind of books do you like?"

It has nothing to do with the scarf search.