Alistair catches the book, easily, and untucks one corner of the wrapping for a closer look. A low whistle follows. "Yes, this will definitely keep me busy for the rest of the day. Thank you."

(Assuming he can sit still long enough. Well, he supposes he can read and walk at the same time, should it become necessary.)

He looks up at Ivette. "Enjoy your nap. I'll be sure to have only the finest boiled twigs ready when you're up."