The corners of Dorian's mouth turn downward in direct opposition to his mustache, then his eyes settle on the...very intriguing object, yes-let's-trade-toys.

Dorian's book is as straightforward as most non-fiction books: it has a directory and a foreword with addendums containing the User Guide and whathaveyous, chapters denoting different areas of Things Worth Knowing, like community functions, people of notice, such as doctors, and a handy list of denizens, including one Dorian Pavus. It also happens to have a fair number of blank pages, or only partially finished chapters, as if it's someone's work in progress.

That's how far Dorian himself got, anyway: always good to know what other people think they know about you.

But this...thing now in his hand. He turns it over, runs his fingers along its seamless edges, and accidentally swipes across the screen, "Oh!"

Oh really. "You're equating that book with this? What manner of world are you from, exactly? This is like a scrying mirror, but much less-- what did it do now, hang on."

All these little symbols that make varied sense, Dorian can't help but crouch down into a leisurely bit of learning by doing, legs a-sprawling on the ground in front of him.