“For a stranger, no. For someone who’s taking up magic?” He pulled on the lobe of his ear. “Yeah. And the book’s on the house.” There had been no sticker, anyway. He was glad to see her keep the card. It might get tossed in the trash or washed in her next load of laundry, but she hadn’t turned up her nose at it.
James circled around the counter and rested his elbows on it, fingers drumming on a thick pad of paper. “For the record, it’s only cruel if you’re not having a good time.”