"A library. Are we going to raid the bookshelf or are you expecting a bump in your production?" Rachel was actually pretty proud of Aidan's little printing gig. Not that there was a lot to be printing on an island like this, but it was nice that he had something like that. God only knew she hadn't touched any of the jewelry stuff she'd acquired the first couple of years she'd been here, maybe she just hadn't found her thing yet. Her way to contribute to the island beyond teaching its residents how to beat each other up in sparring matches.