[Yep. Staring at it as he closes the door behind her once she steps inside. His brows knit together and his eyes narrow.]
...That's the book?
[Because it does not look like the cookbook he spotted the last time he was in her apartment. What is this book she brought, and why does it resemble some old woman's favorite scrapbook? He's pretty sure she could kill a bastard with it if she felt like dropping it and letting gravity do its work.]
[POOR JUNK FOOD-EATING BASTARDS]
...That's the book?
[Because it does not look like the cookbook he spotted the last time he was in her apartment. What is this book she brought, and why does it resemble some old woman's favorite scrapbook? He's pretty sure she could kill a bastard with it if she felt like dropping it and letting gravity do its work.]
[Just... wtf is this?]