fandomtownies | Aereopagitica, Tuesday Morning...

Agatha dropped in early, before opening her store.

"Hi! It only seems like i am here every day!" She grinned. "Do you sell dictionaries?"

Because even the strongest man . . . in the world knows the value of reading, Artie comes bounding into the shop. He stops before the checkout counter and poses.

'Cause, you know, that's what he does.

Giles was pleased to see someone who was swiftly becoming his best customer.

"Ah, yes! Over in the reference section," Giles pointed around the corner. There are several dictionaries: standard, quote, reverse, and several ~~demon~~ foreign languages. If you need anything in particular and can't find it, just let me know."

Giles blinked.

Twice.

Cleaned his glasses.

Looked again.

Cleaned the glasses again, just to be sure.

He finally accepted the inevitable, and, looking over the tops of those very clean glasses, asked the man, "And, ah, how may I help...you?"

"I jsut need a regular modern dictionary. I am finding there are terms that did not exist where i am from that have since been invented, and i want to be able to reference them." She picked up a really really really big book with tiny tiny print. "Is this one any good? It is named after a town i have heard of."

[ooc: why yes, she did pick up the OED, 2 volume edition that comes with a magnifying glass]

Artie grinned. "I have come for books!"

He didn't elaborate.

"Yes, well, we have those here." Giles smiled, hopefully reassuringly, at the strange man in the loud shirt. "Is there one in particular you would like?"

[ooc: Ooh. Agatha's got good taste.]

"That one is outstanding. It is one of the most authoratative dictionaries on the market today. You might find it a bit unwieldy, though. Giles took the Concise Oxford English Dictionary off of a a higher shelf.

"You might find this version somewhat more convenient and manageable."

Artie looked around the store, perhaps somewhat surprised to find that, yes, there were books there. He looked back at Giles, still posed.

"Perhaps something . . . silly?"

It was becoming increasingly obvious that, while the strongest man . . . in the world might be aware of the importance of reading, it wasn't something he did terribly often, or knew a great deal about.

It being too early to contact Sydney to ask him to explain about women, Jarod decided some new reading material was in order. He entered the shop and looked around--it had changed a bit since Mr. Phale had left, and Kiki and Marty didn't appear to be around.

He began to browse the shelves.

Silly? Giles thought for a moment, and then walked over to the Science Fiction/Fantasy section. To the P's, particularly. He took several average-to-thin paperbacks down and walked back to the counter.

Then he paused.

"There isn't anyone in this town named Rincewind, is there?"

[ooc: she gets them from her amature Medievalist mun :)]

Agatah took the Concise version and lookedit over. "Well, it is certainly lighter. I will take it. This way i can start reading it while i am bored in my shop today." She took her wallet out of her purse, together with the ever-present dingbot. He was there to help her carry things.

"How much is it?"

It was a good, but not new copy. It had probably sit, unused, on a college student's shelf for four years.

"Twelve dollars."

Artie thought for a moment. "Not that I have encountered, Book-man! But I have not yet met everyone on the island!"

He bobbed his head about for a bit, looking at the various books. "Do any of these have pictures?"

Agatha gave Giles the money, and carefully balanced the book on top of the dingbot. It held on to it with it's little arms.

"THank you. Oh, the book from yesterday is wonderful. I am nto doen yet, but am getting there. I will probably come by tomorrow for something new." She pondered for a moment. "This town needs a library. Or at least a nice room with nice chairs to sit and read."

Giles looked relieved. Fate had too good a sense of humor to not have brought those two together immediately if the he had been a resident. That's the last thing this town needs.

Pictures?

"N-no. None of these have pictures. Is that something you'd like?"

Artie rubbed the back of his head, in a rare moment of embarrassment. "I am not the best reader,"

Alfred, having some time before he opened the Cafe, decided he'd visit some of the newer stores in town. He entered the store and nodded to the man he assumed to be the owner.

Giles called to the young man who was browsing, "If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know."

Giles solemnly nodded back. "If there's anything I can help you with, sir, please don't hesitate to let me know."

"Are you new in town?" Jarod wandered over, usually in the mood to be sociable. "I was looking for some 'how to' books on sailing, and some good fiction."

"I will," Alfred replied. "So, are you from Britania as well? Your accent sounds like you should be from somewhere around Oxford."

Nadia came in in the afternoon, looking a little shocked at the volume of books.

She would have just gotten the book she needed from the library, but she figured she'd be wanting to write notes all over it, and thus should have her own copy.

"Hi," she said, a little absently, when she spotted someone who probably worked there. "I need a copy of . . ." she dug out her notebook. "A Midsummer Night's Dream?"

"Ah. Well then. Let's begin with something that will give you a boost, so to speak."

Giles walked over to the ~~comic book~~ graphic novel section, and selects a story about a young apprentice and his unusual master (and trade).

Artie visibly brightens at the sight of this selection. "Indeed, this will be very pipe!"

He takes the ~~comic book~~ graphic novel from Giles and starts flipping through it. "Yes, very pipe," he mutters, as he starts walking past the check out desk and out the door.

. . . .

Fortunately, at the last possible second he stops, says something that sounds suspiciously like "Clogs!" and turns back around.

"What would ask for in trade for this book?"

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