[She's disgustingly giddy at the prospect. So giddy that it's hard to say whether or not the state of the world exists to her in that moment, or if everything is suddenly perfect everywhere because she's been offered books by the most mysterious of individuals. He really might be a fey being of some kind, here to dazzle and charm her into trading away her soul or name or anything else. He might be successful, at this rate.]
Anything. 'The Neverending Story'? Books by C.S. Lewis. Fantasy, mostly -- um, not romance. Unless it's Jane Austen.
[WHERE'S THAT LONG DIRTY RECEIPT SHE PICKED UP, okay great, time to start writing it down for him so that it isn't lost in her excitement.]
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Anything. 'The Neverending Story'? Books by C.S. Lewis. Fantasy, mostly -- um, not romance. Unless it's Jane Austen.
[WHERE'S THAT LONG DIRTY RECEIPT SHE PICKED UP, okay great, time to start writing it down for him so that it isn't lost in her excitement.]