Galway Girl [Closed]

[ambientmagic]

Evan scanned the books she'd brought and nearly clapped in delight. "You've done better than I expected!" he exclaimed, fanning through the dictionary. "Yes, these are exactly what I need."

Evan looked up at her from his seat on the floor. "You're very good at what you do, Miss Bridget," he said seriously. "Very good indeed."

He put the floral books on the stack with his other "keepers" to be transferred to his table before turning to her list. Hmmm... Old Radaghast had certainly been busy, hadn't he. He wondered if anyone else had noticed the discrepancies in publication dates--the same Donn Radaghast certainly couldn't have books published in both 1922 and 2012. He scanned down the list--anatomy and biology weren't necessarily his wheelhouse, but, well.

"It's always good to expand your horizons isn't it?" he asked rhetorically. He handed the list back to Bridget. "I'll take the lot. Wait. Is there a checkout limit? And are there exceptions for academics?"

Mentally he started running through the herbs in his satchel. He'd just been wandering through downtown Valesport "gathering" some of the plants that grew wild in gardens or in public parks, so he had quite a selection.

Did he have any corn straws? Ah. He'd gotten a spray of kiss-me-quick from a garden nearby; that would do in a pinch, though she'd likely see him giving her a little red flower as a come on and not accept it.

Unfortunately, she'd only feel an accommodating disposition after she already accepted the flower. Always, always with the rules and balances. Mentally, he shrugged. Either he was allowed to take the books or he wasn't.

Doing things legally was usually less trouble in the long run, though.