"Aww, thank you!"

They walk out to the car, and Mae does its best to get in without assistance before Sable can help it in.

Aww, cute. Well, Sable shuts the door behind Mae once it gets in, then gets in herself and starts the car up. "I think that was our last shopping stop, unless you've thought of anything else, which means it's time for the library."

Oh yay! It feels like ages since it's visited a new library!

It wiggles happily in its seat. "Yay! I can't wait."

Awwwww. It's adorable.

"I'm glad you're excited, Mae. I'm looking forward to it too."

Off they go to the Excelsior Branch Library.

Mae is still bouncing happily as they enter the building.

The library is a short building built of white painted brick on the outside, and while the inside is similarly unadorned, it has lots of the only decoration it needs: shelves upon shelves of books!

It happily bounces over to a display of books, then tears its eyes away for a moment.

"Oh. I'll need a library card, won't I?"

"You will! And you get to list my place — our place — because you live there now."

Off to find a librarian at the main desk.

Aww, that makes it happy! And she clearly said it because that'd make it happy, which also makes it happy!

It skips over to the main desk once they see it, keeping near-enough to Sable but definitely slightly overtaking her in its excitement.

Awwwwwwww!

Adorable daughter.

The librarian, a young woman with frizzy orange hair, smiles as Mae bounces up to her desk.

"Hello there! How can I help you?"

Mae beams up at her.

"Hiii! I'd like sign up for a library card, please."

"Absolutely! I just need a few things from you. What's your name, cutie?"

"Mabel!" Mae says. Mae is its name for people, and as much as libraries are wonderful, they are not people.

Into the distinctly non-persony computer that goes! "Last name, Mabel?"

"Umm…"

It looks quizzically up at Sable.

"…I don't remember."

"Smith, cutie."

It can have an encouraging shoulder-squeeze, as a treat.

"Mabel Smith..." tappity tap. "Mabel's a cute name, by the way."

Tap tap tap.

"And now I'll need your address."

"Thank you! I—"

…Picked it myself? Okay, that's going in the "to talk about later" box.

"—Thank you."

Mae looks up at Sable again for their address.

She rattles it off.

"Great. Phone number?"

Sable can provide that just as easily.

"And date of birth?"

Mae rattles off its date of birth, which is, luckily, just about the right length of time ago to match its current age.

"Okay! And lastly, is this going to be your home library?"