( it's not that cooper is unfamiliar with folklore. quite the contrary - he finds the stuff fascinating. not necessarily something to believe in, which is why this whole thing has caught him off-guard. the whole fairies being real thing.

it's not that he's judging. it's just a bit of a shock.

but there's coffee and there's a place to rest, and that's all that cooper needs, sometimes: coffee, a place to rest. and besides, there's a little bit of intrigue (excited, bright-eyed intrigue) there: he's never had coffee made by fae before. what a time to be alive. he grabs himself a cup, sits himself over near a window, and sits back to relax, takes out his newly-given locket and tape recorder, and decides to get to work.

he hasn't actually given much thought to the locket in the couple of minutes he's been here, but now's the time to investigate. he grabs his tape recorder, presses record, and - ) Diane - hrm?

( tape recorders are technology. late 1980s technology, but technology nonetheless. and usually when cooper records a memo to his secretary, a high-pitched squeaking does not emit from the recorder. nor does the tape start spinning, and the physical brown ribbons do not start to overflow through the recorder itself. frantic, he holds the thing at arm's length, and this is tragic. )