It took eight different libraries for Tiny to find what he was looking for. He schlepped his bag of books and shiny new budget laptop, and set himself down as close to the children's reading section as he could. His table partner was a goth teenager reading Sandman and looking at his books with the distaste for studying only a high schooler could muster.
Tiny ignored her, instead booting the laptop and pulled out book after book.
California law had been liked to a giant ball of string left in a cat cafe for a week, a snarled mess that only a native could understand.

Tiny had been perusing for the past few months, learning some of the easier quirks, but with the bar exam coming, he had to actually knuckle down and learn the esoterica.
An hour later, his computer was trapped in a download processing loop. Tiny tried a few things, but couldn't figure out how to get the damn thing to work again. The young woman looked at him, "Need any help man?" She asked, and words of his mother and his ancestors came back to him.
Allow no one to witness to or tend to your weakness.
He had argued, long and hard, that trying to cover up shortcomings was itself a weakness, a failure to admit a lack of perfection.
"That would be great. I just can't seem to get the study program to install." He gestured at the laptop, and she sighed, getting up and sitting in his seat. He was reminded of Galina, discovering herself, learning what she was and wasn't willing to do.

After a few minutes of clicking, "Old man, you tried to install the mac version on windows. Here, you just need to click this one." She pointed, and was about to do it for him,
"Ah, wait, please, allow me to learn how to do it right." Witnessing a lack of strength was one thing, but having someone do something for him because he was too weak to do it himself was a line he wouldn't cross. She looked at him, confused, but relented, and he got his study program ready to relay essay and videos.
"Thank you. If you haven't gotten to American Gods yet, Its an excellent read. A little dark, but by the same author." He says to her, and starts with Torts. Quite confused, she nods, "Thanks." She looks thoughtful, and punches something in her phone.
On the other side of the spirit world, the twenty-eyed spirit of inquisitiveness that has nested in the children's reading area grows just a little stronger, and its influence spurs the occupants of the library to learn.