"Be right back!" With a smart forward impetus in her step, Effie whirled about and made her way to the shelves. Ah. THERE. "Joy of Cooking!" Was cooking meant to bring one joy? Mostly it made Effie's wigs slightly damp and frizzy. She took that book anyway, and another one that was written by a mere child, by the look of the cover.

She returned to the kitchen.

"I'll use these next time," she promised.