[poor sad little pony. Anything else Robin would give her leeway with but books were books and must be archived and preserved properly. Though she does take the book lightly, looking it over. She knew this one. Quite a popular read though not highly in demand.]

Of course, sweetheart. Maybe when... your father gets back. [why does that word stick in her throat? She mentally shakes it off.] We can have a night picnic.

[she shuts the book and puts it the desks lower shelf for her own purposes.]

I'm going to go make some coffee. Would you like some, Twilight-chan? Or would you prefer tea?