"Do you want a trophy or something for it?" Asked Bekka sarcastically. Clearly they weren't going to be a pair that stayed up all night giggling or painting each others toenails or whatever the fuck it is normal girls do. Heck, Bekka wasn't even so sure she'd be able to get a real conversation out of her roommate until mid-term, and only if she was lucky until then. She stood and spun on the spot a little, hoping half-halfheartedly that the book would just jump up this way. When she spoke again, she was a little bit (only a little bit) frustrated.

"Look while you're going through your congressional library, keep an eye open for it. Alright? I'm fucked if I can't edit it before the first game."