*And lo, the 'critters' come out! Strange little things they are, but they know Norman, and recognise him as one of their master's -- so there is no attacking, just cheerful little warbling chirps, and bony-clawed paws grabbing at his pants, trying to scramble up his legs. Food? Play? Skritchings? Food? New books? Food? :D?*
FOOD. They swarm the plate with deighted sounds, leaving Norman alone... for the moment. Lucky for the man, his alternate keeps his 'library' -- technically, his study and an adjoining, carefully warded area -- very comfortable. There are pillows and couches and very soft chairs very near to everywhere. So.. even if he does fall, he should be able to get to somewhere a bit more pleasant.
Any book is better, indeed. This one, thankfully, is one of Norman's less... in-depth... tomes. Still, though, it makes for fscinating reading -- a treatise from some obscure mage, on the lost continent of Hyperborea, and the proto-humans who dwelt there, so many million years ago. All theoretical, of course, from artifacts and and legends and brief, dangerous scrying attempts. But Ulti wasn't looking for hard fact anyway, was he?
Aww. How adorable. And nest-able! When Norman comes across him, or he wakes up (either one), he'll have about a half-dozen litte demonings curled up near him, imitating him and stealing his body heat. Humans are warm and soft! :3