Shaun gave him a pointed look. "Do I have to spell it out for you? If you don't know how to search for porn at your age, I'm not entirely certain how you ever functioned in a technology driven society."

He glanced down at the remains of what he'd offered Desmond and wondered faintly if he hadn't spoken too soon about that cannibalism business. He'd torn through everything Shaun had given him in a matter of minutes, and the historian was betting that if they'd had more on hand, it would have already vanished into Desmond's every-expanding stomach as well. "If you're just looking into practical matters, you at least ought to known how to take care of your own feathers. And you can finally learn to share my distaste of tiny shower stalls, so there's that to look forward to."