Robin turned toward her newly-found book, just barely suppressing a mischievous grin directed at Koala. In truth, Robin wasn't researching the effect that had changed both her and her honey-blonde friend at all; after all, she knew full well who was responsible: herself. The historian took in the rewards of her labor as she watched the jiggly hourglass that was Koala find a book, then saunter over to a nearby chair and drop into it; her Devil Fruit powers were immensely useful, as they were for so many different things, allowing her to appreciate Koala's form both covertly and from nearly any angle she wished.
It had admittedly been a bit of a gamble that Koala would come to her for help, but it certainly worked out, and between her powers and experience, Robin had easily spotted the skilled young woman's approach, and put herself in a position to get Koala off-guard, and maybe put ideas in her head for what Robin had planned next. The historian glanced over the pages before in, for probably the first time in her life, a halfhearted skimming, her thoughts occupied more by the plans formulating in her head.
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