Now who is being dramatic? [Vergil scoffs lightly at Nero's commentary about the amount of books he's checked out.] You act as though you could not comfortably carry a truck filled with books.

[He shifts in his seat, putting his feet back on the floor so he can sit on the edge of the couch, closer to the coffee table. He takes some of the books off the first stack into his lap and begins with his neat little piles. One stack on the floor for those that will be returned and a stack on the couch beside him for those he's keeping.]

[...As he's sorting, he turns a light shade of pink as he realizes the trashy romance novel Oleandra insisted he read still hasn't been returned. It is quickly shoved into the middle of the return stack where it will hopefully remain unnoticed. He thought he returned it weeks ago now, but it would seem it got lost among the rest. Perhaps he ought to take more time to go through the books in his room more often to avoid situations like this in the future. He moves on to continue sorting.]

If it would be easier for carrying the books, the bags I use for the farmer's market are in the kitchen. They should hold them easily enough.