[There's one proper book on the card table, which appears to be a...children's joke book? Um? The other is a spiral-bound notebook. Every last page has been filled out completely with lines and lines and lines of handwritten computer code.

There are a few stray pieces of paper on the table, too; the one on top reads in hasty handwriting, key → mysteries of the female orgasm? who tf is gonna be in there anyway; thanks.

The bookshelf has a bunch of books on raccoon biology, a few sci-fi books about universe travel, and some classic horror novels. There's also what looks like a bound purple notebook, the spine unlabeled, with a bright red bookmark sticking out of it.]