Naomi felt herself smiling along as Wally spoke. He was right, she was happy the job was done... but sad, too, because she liked doing the work. It was hard to explain, especially on the first phone call - perhaps she'd save that for a later discussion.
But then he moved on to talking about Home, and she listened intently. He seemed experienced, in his own way, on the matter of learning how a place speaks. It'd be good to heed his insight, and maybe ask a little more herself.
"I think it's been about... five, six months since I first came here?" Ignoring how time twisted between her world and Lullaby Lane, as back "home" it hadn't even been a full season yet. "Library didn't talk to me at first, though. It was much dirtier and smaller then, and I was..."
She hesitated. It wasn't fair to turn a happy occasion sad, so she chose her words carefully.
"...Rather lonely, without much to do. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my time, actually, and I seemed to have so much of it. But then I found the key to the Library, and it needed care to get big and bright again. So I just... started cleaning."
She thought about those first days, sitting on the rotted floorboards in empty rooms with cobwebs but no spiders.
"I think I was here for about two months before Library started waking up. So it's only known me for... four months or so, and it's still learning how to speak, too."
She hummed, looking around.
"You know... when I ask it yes or no questions, it doesn't have a specific sound for either. It's the way it makes noise that matters. Long, light sounds like windchimes or the breeze usually mean yes, while a floorboard creaking or a door slamming usually mean no. Isn't that something? I wonder if it's still learning how to speak Library, too."