A very difficult question, because Tybalt Is not the sort to read for recreation maybe ever. But he could get on board with skeleton romance. He turns it over to look at the cover, which really is promising. Sexy skeletons. Huh. There's something new every day.

"I'm curious." He admits, paging through. Not too long. Okay. It's achievable. He beams, suddenly, remembering something. "Do you think we could count it as meditation?"

His court-ordered Meditating Buddy has been one of the best surprises he's had all week, and he feels the necessity to crow about it maybe too much to this person who now has to deal with him for extended periods of time.