"I suppose there's something to be said for its simplicity," Tyrion allows, glancing up from the brightly-colored pages briefly. "And it's interesting that somewhere, somehow, paper is readily available to waste on such a thing."

He shuts the book in a decisive manner, hopping off the stepladder to amble over in Shrieky's direction, intending to return the book. "But it's no book for a grown man, that's true."