"Yeah," Chris said, really trying to rid the feeling. Shake it off at least a bit. There was a reason, lists of reasons, he should be hiding away - he knew it. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, grimacing. "It had a good life in it's short span." But could the same thing be said for Mo? No- packed up the now empty tupperware, almost angrily.
"Yeah, I have. They've got a good selection. Haven't met the owner properly yet though. Seems something of a character with the-" he gestured to his hair and face, meaning the guy's hairdye and piercings. "I went more of the fiction, though I really appreciate the theming. Really keeping the bookworm happy, yeah?"