"Yes. When you get to live forever everything becomes so small you have to up the ante a little to make it count." Maxine looked fondly at the tree, smiling. Hopefully he wouldn't notice she had personal knowledge of what she had just mentioned. When Zach spoke again Maxine turned to him gravely. "Oh, you really would."
Well unless Zach had deeply offended a faerie, he wouldn't have a reason to worry. But then, Maxine wasn't going to ask. Maybe he had and just not known it. They were prickly that way. "Glad to have been of help, what little help it was. And remember, try to never offend a faerie." She smiled. "But you should keep an ear to the ground these days, this town seems like a beacon for the strangest happenings."
Looking back at the tree again, Maxine nodded. "Most of us did. I myself know only a little, I would love to catch a chatty faerie who would let me prod her for answers to all my burning questions." For some reason, when Maxine thought faeries, she thought them all female. Of course that wasn't the case, but she couldn't help it. "Oooh second hand? I love old books." She even had a few first-editions in a safety deposit box in New York. It was a pity not having them close at all times, but with what she travelled that would be impossible. Now that the subject had turned to books Maxine focused her attention entirely on Zach, good Zach and his most wonderful business plan. Her pulse had even raced a little at i>pretty much any kind of book</i>. "You are absolutely right, as far as I am concerned." Little used book shops, with their paper dust and their inadequate lighting were everything. "Will you suffer a great loss, financially, with this?"