"The things I missed out on, not having siblings," Sharon says, dryly, observing T'Challa and Shuri with a crooked half-smile.

She looks back over as Shuri gets up from her chair, wiggling her fingers towards the backpack like a kid running to the tree on Christmas morning. "What?" Shuri asks, afire with curiosity, and looks at Sharon. "What did you bring?"

Sharon glances at Bucky, then looks at Shuri and shrugs. "Open it up and take a look," she offers. "Bucky can explain it better than me."

Shuri's already delving into the bag, and she comes up with one of the notebooks, flipping through the pages. "Ohhhhh!" she says, excited. "Yes. This will help."