The family liked the books to be in a genre-specific order, and Mrs. Jennings had been known to grow very angry when she discovered a book was out of place. There were plenty of little quirks in the Jennings household, but that is a story for another time.
Just as he finished, Ford turned back to the young Master to suddenly see him watching his every move. Ford cocked his head curiously, as the young Master's face was oddly pensive.
"I am studying, Ford. I must learn how to interact correctly with others at the correct time, you see." Harrison smiled sheepishly. Ford chuckled, crossing the room, but was stopped by Harrison again.
"Urm, Excuse me. I might need some help, please." The boy raised his eyebrows and peered over the edge of the desk. "It's a lot higher than I first thought..." He trailed off as Ford moved to forward to pick him up.
"I know how you feel." Ford said gruffly.
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