"Ooooh." He sort of assumed that it'd all go down a little more... organized. He keeps forgetting that their upstairs is just as jumbled up as his own, if in a different way.

He squints at the regimen, which caught his eyes as the clearest landmark, then runs his eyes up and down the pages, watching as this notebook takes a mildly House of Leaves turn. "Tell me about this one. How can you tell which ones are fake and which ones are real?"