Oh dear. Is it impolite to look someone in the third eye? Is it more impolite not to? Shit. They can't ask now. They're going to have to ask Kevin to google it later.
"I know." They continue to fail to maintain any eye contact at all and instead tuck the book under a stack of other books to keep it closed, and start removing a series of stoppered vials from a cardboard box, putting them out on the cheap folding table they have set up in lieu of the nice glass display cabinets they had at the last store. Most of the vials appear to be filled with coloured sand, though some contain miniature swirling vortexes, and one is filled with what appears to be the essence of heavy breathing. "I don't know what to do about it."